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Chapitre 4 : Mike

Après avoir pris leurs repas mon épouse et sa fille ont mis des bottines de marche et sont parties faire une balade dans la forêt qui jouxte notre jardin.

J’avais juste le temps de faire le ménage, nettoyer les chambres, ramasser le linge sale et faire la lessive avant de commencer à m’occuper du déjeuner. En ramassant le linge de Valérie, je n’ai pu m’empêcher de le porter à mon visage et une nouvelle fois de m’enivrer de ses odeurs. Mon sexe durcissait dans sa cage et cela devenait de plus en plus douloureux.

Ces dames sont rentrées après une balade de près de deux heures, juste avant que la chaleur ne devienne trop gênante mais elles étaient tout de même en pleine transpiration. En les voyant arriver je suis vite parti chercher deux peignoirs de bain pour qu’elles ne restent pas dans des vêtements trempés.

-Mais voilà que mon mari utilise son cerveau à bon escient et prend de l’initiative. Tout espoir ne serait donc pas perdu. Prends nos vêtements et va les mettre dans la machine à laver, tu les repasseras cet après-midi. Tu laisses nos chaussures de marche ici et tu viens nous rejoindre dès que la lessive est en route.

Elles se sont déshabillées entièrement et ont enfilé les peignoirs avant de prendre place dans les transats au bord de la piscine. Cinq minutes plus tard je les ai rejointes.

-Tu vas nettoyer nos chaussures ici. Et pas besoin de matériel, tu fais tout avec tes mains et ta langue.

Alicia avait été chercher son journal et Valérie sa tablette. Elles étaient en mode lecture commentée, échangeaient quelques mots, partageaient des informations, comparaient des analyses sur des sujets d’actualité. Des conversations intelligentes et intéressantes. Moi j’étais à genoux en train de retirer la terre de leurs semelles en la grattant avec mes ongles et puis en léchant tout le contour de la chaussure pour la rendre aussi propre que possible. Un travail de con? Non, le travail d’un mari soumis et heureux de satisfaire aux ordres de son épouse, aussi humiliant que cela puisse être. Un peu plus tard j’ai été libéré pour pouvoir préparer l’apéritif et le déjeuner.

A 12.30 précises Mike est arrivé.

-Bonjour Pierre, ces dames sont au bord de la piscine?

-Oui Maître.

-Tu peux nous servir l’apéritif. Après le repas tu nettoieras ma voiture. Hier nous avons chargé les vélos avec des copains pour aller en forêt et elle est pleine de boue.

-Ce sera fait Maître.

-Comment est cette Valérie? Elle comprend et accepte les relations dans votre couple?

-Oui, sans aucun doute. Et vous verrez qu’elle ne demande pas mieux que de participer.

-Super intéressant tout cela. J’ai hâte de la rencontrer. Je dois passer un maillot?

-Je ne crois pas Maître. Alicia et Mademoiselle Valérie ont simplement pris un peignoir de bain et elles sont nues en-dessous.

-Parfait, je vais faire de même. Tu en as préparé un pour moi?

-Oui, il est plié sur le bord du lit.

-Quand je redescends, tu me suis avec l’apéro : du rosé, des glaçons et quelque chose à grignoter.

-Tout est prêt Maître, j’ouvre la bouteille.

Quand nous sommes arrivés près de la piscine, Alicia s’est levée, peignoir ouvert sur son corps nu et est venue embrasser Mike.

Celui-ci a écarté les pans du peignoir, a regardé le corps d’Alicia, il a mis une main sur sa chatte et une autre sur son sein droit.

-Que tu es belle !

-Hmmm, c’est très gentil et je suis très heureuse que tu sois là car je dois avouer qu’il y a encore plus belle que moi aujourd’hui. Mike, je te présente ma fille Valérie.

Valérie s’est levée, mais en refermant son peignoir. Elle s’est approchée de Mike et l’a embrassé sur les deux joues.

-Très heureuse de vous rencontrer Mike.

-Moi aussi Valérie, Alicia m’a si souvent parlé de vous. Mais, si vous permettez, je voudrais bien vérifier les paroles d’Alicia.

Et sur ce, d’un geste sec il ouvre les deux pans du peignoir et juge le corps de Valérie. Il la regarde longuement et puis lentement, comme pour sentir s’il y avait une résistance, il commencé à abaisser le col et retirer les manches. Sans aucune gêne Valérie l’a aidé à se débarrasser du vêtement et puis elle a fait quelques pas, comme un mannequin pour un défilé de mode, en accentuant même son déhanché pour mettre ses fesses encore plus en valeur. Ensuite elle s’est retournée, est revenue vers Mike et, à son tour, d’un seul geste elle à ouvert le peignoir de Mike. Elle a regardé son sexe qui commençait à grossir.

-Remarquable Mike, je comprends parfaitement Alicia.

-Et en effet elle n’a pas menti, vous êtes magnifique. Vous êtes bien, par la beauté en tous cas, la fille de votre mère. Tu peux servir l’apéro, Pierre.

J’ai rempli les verres et fais le service, puis je me suis reculé de quelques pas pour rester à leur disposition. Mike faisait principalement connaissance avec Valérie, la questionnant sur son travail, sur sa spécialisation à venir, ses projets pour le futur. Ce faisant, il la dévorait gaziantep yabancı escort littéralement des yeux. Valérie avait remis son peignoir mais en le laissant grand ouvert et régulièrement Mike posait son regard sur sa poitrine généreuse, ses tétons durcis et sa chatte avec sa toison soigneusement taillée. A un moment Mike a sorti son paquet de cigarettes et en a allumé une.

-Pierre, où est le cendrier?

-Je l’ai oublié, je suis désolé Maître. Je vais le chercher immédiatement.

-Trop tard, prends position !

Alicia ne fume pas et il m’est déjà arrivé une fois d’oublier de préparer un cendrier pour Mike. Je connais donc la sanction et je me suis agenouillé à ses côtés, la bouche ouverte pour recevoir les cendres. Le cendrier ce serait moi. Quand sa cigarette était presque terminée, il m’a fait tirer la langue et y a écrasé son mégot. Valérie s’est mise à rire quand il m’a dit d’avaler.

-Dis Pierre, tu sers aussi de poubelle?

-Si tu veux ma chérie, a répondu Alicia. Je t’ai déjà dit qu’il n’y avait pas de limites à sa soumission. Enfin presque pas, il ne faut quand même pas le mettre en danger. On est si content de l’avoir à notre service.

A la fin du repas Alicia et Mike ont décidé de faire une sieste. Valérie est allée chercher un bouquin et s’est installée au bord de la piscine. Je suis parti faire la vaisselle et puis nettoyer la voiture Mike. Une heure plus tard la sieste était visiblement terminée car on pouvait entendre les gémissements d’Alicia par la fenêtre laissée grande ouverte. Rien que à entendre ce qui maintenant devenait des cris, je savais que Mike était en train de la prendre par derrière. Alicia a toujours été anale et se faire enculer par le sexe de Mike provoque toujours chez elle une grande jouissance. Je suis certain, parce que je l’ai déjà vue faire, qu’à ce moment elle est en train de caresser son clitoris. Lentement car Mike est capable de la pistonner pendant un bon moment et elle prend plaisir à se faire jouir en même temps que lui.

-Pierre, viens ici, m’a crié Valérie.

-Mademoiselle?

-Viens me prouver que tu es doué avec ta langue, les cris de nos amoureux me rendent dingue…..je suis chaude comme la braise.

Je me suis agenouillé entre ses jambes et tout doucement j’ai commencé à lécher ses grandes lèvres. Ensuite j’ai rentré un peu ma langue dans sa chatte et j’ai commencé à titiller son clito. C’est vrai que Valérie était passablement excitée, elle mouillait beaucoup et me collait de plus en plus son sexe sur le visage. J’aurais bien voulu continuer ainsi pendant longtemps pour lui prouver que j’étais vraiment bon pour faire jouir une femme seulement avec ma langue mais elle n’en pouvait plus d’attendre. Avec une main elle m’a pris par les cheveux pendant qu’avec l’autre elle tordait ses tétons.

-Fais-moi jouir bon dieu. Maintenant.

Alors j’ai commencé à sucer son clitoris tout el la pénétrant avec trois doigts. En moins de deux minutes elle s’est cabrée violemment dans son fauteuil et n’a pas retenu un long cri rauque. Je l’ai laissée aller dans son orgasme et puis je me suis retiré doucement en caressant ses jambes et puis ses pieds avant de l’abandonner complètement.

-C’était bon Pierre mais je ne pouvais pas attendre plus longtemps… j’apprécierai mieux tes talents une prochaine fois.

-Merci mademoiselle.

Mike est redescendu seul une heure plus tard, visiblement Alicia avait besoin d’une sieste supplémentaire. Avant de repartir il a rejoint Valérie et ils ont repris leurs discussions. Tout en faisant le ménage je pouvais les voir et Mike s’était fortement rapproché de Valérie. Il lui caressait le bras, son autre main sur sa cuisse. Elle le laissait faire et puis posa elle-même sa main sur la bosse que son sexe faisait dans son pantalon et commença à la frotter lentement. Quelques instants plus tard le sexe de Mike était à l’air et Valérie a commencé à lui faire une fellation. Elle léchait la hampe et puis l’avalait goulûment. Elle la ressortait de sa bouche, prenait juste le gland et le suçotai avant de prendre de nouveau l’entièreté du sexe dans sa bouche et de ne plus arrêter un profond mouvement de va et vient. Arrivé au bord de l’explosion, Mike s’est dégagé et a balancé son foutre sur le visage et les seins de Valérie. Celle-ci s’est empressée de le ramasser avec ses doigts et d’avaler ce qu’elle pouvait récupérer. Ensuite ils se sont embrassés longuement et Mike est reparti chez lui. Je ne pense pas qu’Alicia se serait offusquée de cela puisqu’elle-même avait dit qu’elle voulait lui prêter Mike. Mais d’après ce que j’ai pu voir, il y avait eu plus qu’un moment de plaisir. Et l’avenir allait prouver que j’avais vu juste.

Chapitre 5 : La situation évolue dans une autre direction

Dans les semaines qui suivirent la situation évolua dans une direction bien différente.

Au début tout était assez stable : Valérie avait commencé sa spécialisation, Alicia contrôlait le ménage, Mike tenait son rôle d’étalon et moi gaziantep genç escort j’étais le parfait esclave du trio. Entre Alicia et moi il n’y avait pour ainsi dire aucun changement. Valérie par contre était devenue beaucoup plus exigeante et dure avec un ton très autoritaire. Si la préparation des repas ne me posait guère de problèmes, cuisiner pour 2 ou 3 cela ne change pas grand-chose, l’addition à mes tâches de faire sa lessive et son repassage, nettoyer sa chambre et sa salle de bain, l’entretien de sa voiture, faire ses courses, …faisait en sorte que parfois je devais négliger certains détails pour m’assurer que l’essentiel était fait. Et cela elle ne l’acceptait pas, elle voulait que tout soit tout le temps parfait. Sans doute une déformation de sa formation d’ingénieure.

-Pierre, tu as changé mes serviettes de bain?

-Pas encore mademoiselle.

-Je prends ma douche maintenant, va les chercher.

-Tout de suite mademoiselle.

Quand j’arrive dans sa salle de bain elle m’oblige à me mettre à genoux et de tenir à bout de bras ses serviettes. Elle se déshabille, mais une fois nue elle ne se rend pas sous la douche. Elle prend son téléphone, s’allonge sur son lit et commence à faire des appels. Au bout d’un quart d’heure, entre deux conversations, je lui demande si je peux déposer les serviettes et retrouver Alicia qui m’attend pour me donner la liste des courses.

-Je n’en ai rien à faire de la liste des courses de ma mère et tu n’avais qu’à terminer ton boulot convenablement. Même pas capable de se souvenir qu’il faut changer les serviettes de bain. T’es une petite bite, une larve et en plus tu deviens con. C’est pas vrai?

-Si mademoiselle

-Alors répète-le

-Je ne suis qu’une petite bite, une larve et je deviens con.

-Reste à genoux et viens ici.

Arrivé à sa hauteur elle m’asséna une série de paires de gifles, de plus en plus fortes, ma tête était vraiment secouée, et puis me cracha au visage.

-Rampe et entre dans la douche, sale larve.

Une fois arrivé, elle me rejoint et commence à me pisser dessus, terminant de se soulager en visant à propos les serviettes que je tenais toujours dans mes mains.

-Ramène-moi d’autres serviettes et bouge ton cul car si je dois t’attendre je mets tes fesses en sang.

Plus tard dans la soirée, alors qu’elles terminaient de dîner et que je faisais la vaisselle, j’ai entendu une partie de leur conversation.

-Dis Valérie tu y vas un peu fort avec Pierre, tiens compte qu’il a pas mal travail en plus.

-Tu déconnes ou quoi? Il n’a qu’à bouger son cul. Moi je trouve que tu deviens trop facile avec lui. Si c’est une larve soumise, il faut le traiter comme telle.

-Mmmmh, peut-être… je voulais aussi te dire pour Mike ..

-Quoi Mike? Cela te dérange que je baise avec lui, qu’il passe parfois en semaine quand je n’ai pas cours et qu’on s’envoie en l’air? Tant pis pour toi. J’aime sa grosse bite et lui adore visiblement une jeune chatte et un petit cul bien ferme, ce qui n’est plus le cas pour toi.

-M’enfin Valérie, tu entends comme tu me parle …

-Et alors? Il est temps que tu voies les choses en face. Et si tu ne me crois pas tu n’as qu’à en parler avec Mike. Tu devrais être heureuse que j’accepte qu’il passe encore un peu de temps avec toi. D’ailleurs à partir de maintenant, tu devras me demande l’autorisation pour pouvoir coucher avec lui. Et en fonction de ton attitude, je verrai. Si lui il a envie de se torcher dans tes vieux trous, c’est comme il veut. Mais je lui demanderai d’envoyer plutôt ses copains.

-Valérie je ne te permets pas…

A ce moment j’ai entendu ce qui était certainement une paire de gifles. Aussi fortes que celles que j’avais reçues en fin de journée.

-Tu ne m’interdis rien du tout. Puisque tu deviens faible, je vais te mettre à ta place. Et excuse-toi immédiatement !

– Ecoute Valérie…

Et deux autres paires de gifles qui volent…. A ce moment je m’étais approché de la porte vers le salon et je pouvais voir la scène.

– Mets-toi à genoux et excuse-toi bordel !

Alicia s’est agenouillée et en pleurs a dû bredouiller des excuses que je n’ai pas pu comprendre.

-Lève-toi, baisse ta jupe.

Valérie a alors passé une main dans le string d’Alicia.

-Vieille salope tu mouilles ! J’en étais sûre. Tu aimes humilier Pierre mais cela te fait mouiller quand je te donne une correction. Cela t’excite de prendre des coups? Tu vas être servie …

-Non Valérie, je t’en prie…

-Dis-moi que tu en veux encore.

-Je t’en supplie..

-Dis-le moi ou bien tu ne verras plus jamais la bite de Mike.

-Oui j’aime les coups et cela me fait jouir. Punis-moi encore mais ne me prive pas de Mike.

-Ce sera sa décision. Maintenant à poil !

Bien vite, toujours en larmes, Alicia s’est retrouvée nue aux pieds de sa fille. La honte remplissait son visage et son corps. Elle pleurait, elle tremblait, elle se rendait compte qu’elle avait mis les gaziantep gerçek resimli escort pieds dans un engrenage très dangereux. Valérie a alors commencé à frapper les seins d’Alicia, des gifles et des coups de poings.

-Je vais éclater tes mamelles, et puis les étirer. On va te mettre de gros anneaux et tes tétons vont pendre jusqu’à ton nombril.

-Oui Valérie, oui s’il te plaît..

En disant cela Valérie continuait de frotter le clito de sa mère qui bien vite ne put s’empêcher de jouir dans un long râle de plaisir et de honte mélangés.

Valérie avait ainsi mis à jour le côté maso et refoulé de sa mère. Une nouvelle hiérarchie s’était mise en place : Valérie à la tête, sa mère à ses ordres et moi esclave des deux. Il ne restait plus qu’à voir quelle place Mike allait prendre. Valérie avait bien entendu informé Mike de la situation et j’avais pu entendre une partie d’un appel que Valérie avait passé en laissant le haut-parleur ouvert.

« -Et donc malgré les coups elle a joui comme une folle.

-Tu sais que cela ne m’étonne qu’à moitié. J’avais déjà remarqué que plus je la prenais violemment, et plus elle jouissait. Et si je lui donnais quelques claques sur ses fesses, elle partait encore plus vite. Mais je ne pensais pas que cela pouvait aller aussi loin.

-Une vraie maso je te dis.

-Très intéressant, je vais organiser quelque chose pour samedi. »

Les jours suivant de nombreuses discussions en privé ou au téléphone entre les 3 protagonistes eurent encore lieu. Et à voir la tête d’Alicia, ce n’était pas à son avantage. Résultat des courses, je prenais tout dans la gueule. Je me faisais engueuler par Alicia qui passait ses frustrations sur mon dos et par Valérie qui tous les jours voulait asseoir son autorité et pour cela prenait un malin plaisir à contredire les ordres que sa mère me donnait. Alicia voulait que j’aille faire les courses, Valérie m’envoyait nettoyer le garage ; je devais faire le ménage, on m’envoyait faire les courses ; prêt pour tondre la pelouse, j’étais renvoyé à la cuisine. Heureusement que 3 jours par semaine Valérie avait ses cours, au moins la journée était plus calme. Mais c’est à ce moment qu’Alicia se rattrapait et m’en faisait voir de toutes les couleurs. Je n’ai jamais pris autant de coups de cravache qu’à cette époque. Enfin, la samedi suivant, Mike, qui avait suivi toutes ces péripéties à distance mais sans en perdre une miette grâce aux appels téléphoniques et aux emails, est venu remettre de l’ordre. Il n’est pas arrivé seul, il était accompagné de deux grands blacks, des hommes superbes.

-Bon, il me semble qu’il est temps de clarifier la situation ici. Alicia tu vas partir jusque samedi prochain avec John et Louis. Il semble qu’il soit nécessaire pour toi de montrer ta vraie personnalité et ces messieurs vont t’aider à le faire. Ils te ramèneront ici vendredi prochain et on verra ce que l’on fait de toi. Pierre, tu vas lui chercher un jeans, un pull et sa trousse de toilette, tu as deux minutes.

-Mais Mike je ne vois pas …

-Silence Alicia ! C’est moi qui décide. Mais que ceci soit déjà clair pour toi : pendant le reste de son séjour ici c’est Valérie qui sera dans mes bras et dans mon lit. Elle a raison, j’ai envie d’une jeune fleur avec moi. Et puisque toi tu as besoin d’être dressée, tu vas être servie. Et à partir de maintenant, tu m’appelleras aussi « Maître » et ce sera « Maîtresse » pour Valérie. Ok les gars vous pouvez l’embarquer, vous avez vos consignes et vous savez me joindre si nécessaire.

Pour toi Pierre, les choses sont simples : ta nouvelle maîtresse c’est Valérie et moi je reste ton maître. Tu continues à obéir et à exécuter les ordres. Mais je te préviens que nous allons être beaucoup plus exigeants et les punitions extrêmement sévères. Et on va tout de suite commencer à repartir sur de bonnes bases, va chercher les cannes et le fouet, il a trop longtemps qu’on ne s’en est pas servi. Et déshabille-toi. Je veux que tu sois à poil du soir au matin sauf si on te donne l’autorisation de t’habiller.

Quand je suis revenu avec de quoi me punir, Mike avait été chercher la corde pour m’attacher. Il m’a lié les chevilles et puis les poignets avant de m’accrocher à la poutre de l’auvent qui couvre une partie de la terrasse. Alors il a demandé à Valérie de lui passer son slip, il me l’a mis dans la bouche et fixé avec de l’auto-collant brun comme on utilise pour fermer des caisses.

-Les voisins sont loin mais on ne sait jamais.

Ceci n’était pas pour me rassurer. J’ai très rarement été battu par Alicia, et si c’était suffisant pour me faire mal, cela n’a pas provoqué des cris qui auraient pu déranger qui que ce soit. La seule fois où j’ai été bâillonné c’est parce qu’elle avait voulu qu’une dominatrice professionnelle me punisse pour que je comprenne les limites à ne pas dépasser, le bâillon avait été bien nécessaire.

-Valérie tu commences avec les cannes, quinze coups avec la plus souple et puis quinze avec une plus raide. Vise bien ses fesses.

Si les deux premiers coups m’ont surpris, ils n’étaient pas trop appuyés. Mais Valérie a vite eu le tour de main et les autres coups ont commencé à me faire mal et je ne pouvais m’empêcher de gémir. Après la première série de quinze elle a fait une pause et, déjà en transpiration, en a profité pour enlever son chemisier et son soutien. Elle est venue se planter devant moi et m’a mis sa magnifique poitrine sous les yeux.

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The loud banging on the front door awoke Katie from her deep sleep she pulled the curtain slightly open and could see a courier van in the driveway. Katie put on her dressing gown and walked to the front door peering through the peephole, standing on the porch was a young man in a FedEx uniform.

“Who is it?” Katie inquired.

” I have a delivery for a Miss Katie Fitzgerald.” Replied the courier.

“Just leave it by the door.” Katie asked.

“Cant do that Maim I need a signature.” Demanded the courier.

Katie slid the security chain from the door, unlatched the deadlock, and then opened the door. The courier looked directly at Katie’s cleavage her pert breasts slightly exposed, she quickly scrunched the front of her dressing gown hiding any exposed flesh. The courier removed his attention from her cleavage and pushed his folder at Katie motioning where she needed to sign, he smiled and turned on his heels turning around as he reached his vehicle.

“You have a nice day now.” He announced.

Nice day thought Katie, my Saturday morning sleep in disrupted by some smart pervert courier guy with that she headed into the kitchen throwing the parcel onto the bench and flicking the kettle on. It was not long before Katie was sitting outside on the decking enjoying her hot coffee. Katie felt the warmth of the morning sun on her body and she allowed the top her dressing gown to slightly open permitting its rays to greet the smooth skin of her pert breast’s she titled head back a little forcing her breasts outwards enjoy it’s touch.

Katie sipped at the last of her coffee and headed back inside to make another cup; whilst she waited for the kettle to boil, she glanced at the parcel and picked it up giving it a shake, Katie made her coffee and returned outside with the parcel. Katie ripped the bag open and tilted the parcel shaking it’s contents onto the table, the brown package dropped and a tiny white piece of paper floated down onto the ground, Katie leant down picking up the paper it simply read ENJOY.

Katie quickly tore away the plain brown wrapping to discover someone had sent her a sex toy; her immediate reaction was to drop the box back onto the table as if it had some danger element to it. She picked up the FedEx bag looking for a sender’s name one could not be found. Katie gulped her coffee staring intently at the sex toy, as she tried to think who would send her such a thing.

It wasn’t the fact that it was a sex toy that made her feel slightly disgusted it was the fact someone thought she needed it, perhaps it was that slimy young courier, her commonsense took control as she had never met the courier guy before he was just doing his job she told herself. Katie picked up the box and headed into her bedroom grabbing the cordless telephone along the way, her initial reaction was to ring all her friends and ex boyfriends and interrogate each one until she was able to reveal the sender, it was still early and she knew none of them would probably be awake or answer their phones.

Katie’s curiosity eventually got the better of her she picked up the box and studied it. The Sensational Woman’s Wonder Toy the title touted, Katie smiled this will be good she cynically said to herself as she opened the box and shook the contents onto the bed. Katie giggled out loud as the flaccid latex seks hikayeleri dildo slinked out onto the bed amused at how it looked like a giant worm.

Katie opened the instruction book.

Step one press button one on the remote control before inserting into vagina.

Katie pressed button one and the dildo started to self inflate stopping once it had slightly hardened.

Step two insert Dildo fully into vagina leaving cord at base outside for easy removal of Dildo and press button two on the remote control.

Katie pressed button two and watched as the dildo inflated to it’s full nine inches and it’s girth widen to two inches, once the dildo had hardened Katie noticed that the dildo had thick ribs an inch apart increasing in size along the shaft of the toy, the cord at the base now prominent with it’s fluorescent pink tiny nodule end

Step three once dildo is fully inserted into vagina press button three on the remote, this will secure dildo in place.

Katie pressed button three and the base of the dildo inflated a large ring like rib about four inches in diameter, Katie picked up the dildo and examined it she felt gentle pulses against her palm emanating from it.

Step four once satisfaction has been reached press button four on the remote control, and remove dildo-using cord attached to the base.

Katie pressed button four on the remote control and the dildo instantly became flaccid, just the same as a man she giggled to herself. Katie felt warmness in her pussy; she put her hand against her pussy and was surprised by it is wetness,

Katie removed her dressing gown and laid down on the bed, she ran her hands across her smooth breasts and over her nipples her touch making them stand to attention she parted her legs and gently stroked her silky inner thighs with her hands. Katie parted her pussy lips with her finger sliding up and down the entirety of her pussy with ease.

She looked over at the dildo next to her and pressed button one on the remote control the dildo slightly inflated. Katie picked up the dildo and slid into her tight hole, she then pressed button two and the dildo started to enlarge Katie pushed the dildo completely inside her, struggling to keep it inserted as each reached it’s full nine inches and spread her pussy wide with it’s thickness. Katie opened hers legs as wide as she could and pushed the dildo in deep quickly pressing button three, the base of the dildo grew in size and Katie felt uncomfortable as the dildo stretched across her opening.

Katie’s first reaction was to pull on the cord to remove the dildo, however it would not budge and she then remembered the instructions, pressing button four on the remote control, she waited a few seconds for the dildo to deflate which it didn’t, she pressed the button again and nothing happen.

Katie started to panic she wanted this thing out of her and started to worry how she was going to achieve this and then in a moment of clarity she got up and walked to kitchen with some difficulty as the large object inside made moving quickly an impossibility, she opened the top draw and rummaged around for a packet of batteries she found them and hastily opened the packet and replaced them with the ones in the remote control.

Katie calmed down feeling gaziantep şişman escort a little silly about the logical answer to her predicament she pressed the button on the remote and waited, once again nothing happened and fear again raced through her mind. Katie went back to the bedroom and read the instructions hoping she had not followed them correctly, she went through each step one by one and then reversed them and then in frustration continually pressed and held down buttons, still nothing happened. Katie noticed a sentence in small print on the booklet.

Please note dildo will self deflate in thirty minutes of operation, if satisfaction has not been achieved simply repeat steps one through to three again.

Katie let out a sigh of relief, I just have to wait thirty minutes and be done with it she thought she took looked at her watch and took note of the time. Katie sat upright on her bed trying to comfortably position herself, fluffing up pillows and placing them behind her trying to find some relief from the fullness of the dildo deep inside her. Once she had found a position that gave her some relief she picked up a book and started to read, her concentration only lasted a few minutes as the dildo pulsed inside her pussy.

Once again, Katie became agitated, what happens if this thing inside me does not deflate, she thought. Katie walked back into the kitchen and started to pace back and forth, trying to think of the alternatives if the dildo did not deflate would she call a friend or drive straight to the hospital, she became angry at herself for her own stupidity what was she thinking when she did this.

Katie glanced at her watch twenty minutes to go, crap she thought and with that Katie plunked her self down onto the kitchen chair, the dildo pushed deep inside her pussy forcing Katie to involuntarily stand up grabbing the table with both hands to prevent her losing her balance.

“Fuck.” Katie screamed out aloud.

Katie took a moment to catch her breath and then gently and slowly sat back down she cupped her pussy with her hand trying to relief the pain she had just encountered. Katie could not believe how wet and swollen her pussy was, with all the panic and distress in Katie’s mind the dildo was still working its magic on her pussy.

Katie took a moment to sit still to feel the vibrations deep inside her hot cunt, the more calmness she felt the more intense the vibrations seemed to become. Katie’s released the tight grip of her cupped hand and slid her finger along her pussy feeling her hardened clit and then down circling the rim of her stretched hole. Katie felt pleasure for the first time since she had inserted the dildo some ten minutes before, her mind and body finally in unison with each other.

Katie opened her legs as wide a she could and slowly pushed her pussy hard down onto the seat forcing the top of the dildo to touch her deeper inside than she had ever felt before. The tip of the dildo pulsated against the top of Katie’s cunt and she felt her swollen clit throb against the polished wooden seat. Katie grabbed the edge of the dinning room table with clenched fists as her hips rocked back and forth, her back arched pushing her body forward on the chair as her orgasm screamed through her body, the sensation gaziantep sınırsız escort of her clit throbbing against the hard surface sent another fiery orgasm through her.

Katie slowly released her grip on the table as her body calmed down and after a few moments, she stood up, gingerly as her knees still trembled from the intensity of the dildo’s pleasure. She glanced at her watch she could not believe that only five minutes had passed and that she still had to wait another fifteen minutes before the dildo would supposedly deflate she pressed the button on the remote once again with no result. Katie finally succumbed to the fact she would have to wait out the time and hope that the dildo would comply with the manufacturers statement and deflate.

Katie felt the sudden urge to pea the effects of the morning coffees and the large dildo inside her put pressure against her bladder. Katie sat down on the toilet just in time as her gold fluid released itself, the quickness of the flow and the relief of fullness within her bladder sent a strange feeling through her body, and once again the pulsating of the dildo became prominent.

Katie decided to lie down on her bed eager to drift off to sleep making the time pass quicker and to hopefully wake up with the dildo deflated inside her. Katie closed her eyes trying to ignore the pulsation deep with inside her swollen tender cunt. She rolled over on her side thinking that the rhythm in her pelvis would be less exaggerated to her dismay it didn’t, her position made the dildo move inside her and put uncomfortable pressure against the left wall of her vagina, she returned to lying on her back.

Katie placed her hand between her legs, touching her drenched pussy in an attempt to give some comfort to her engorged clit and swollen pussy lips, she gently caressed her fingers along the inside of her sticky lips, and momentarily felt relief from her touch. The fullness of the dildo inside Katie’s pussy had kept her clit from it’s cover pushing it out to it’s fullest extent, exposing it’s sensitivity for the last twenty minutes, Katie ran her finger around the edge of her hardened clit trying to avoid any direct physical contact, she was sexually exhausted and believed her body could not reach another orgasm.

Katie moved her finger down to her stretched filled hole and traced the edges of it, her finger gliding easily around soothing its taught ness. Katie’s finger entwined with the cord attached to the base of the dildo and she grabbed it with her finger and thumb and enjoyed the feel of the nodule tip. She placed the tip against her hard clit applying gentle pressure with her thumb, Katie’s hips lifted of the bed briefly from its touch, allowing Katie to slide her other hand underneath her buttocks and push the dildo in as deep as she could take into her cunt.

Katie stroked the nodule tip against her clit the ends of the silicone nodes fondling every part of her swollen sensitive pink love button, Katie felt her pussy muscles tense around the huge long dildo, she felt her clit start to thump and her pussy muscles contract. Katie fingered her clit faster and faster her pussy responded contracting quicker and quicker around the dildo, finally Katie’s back arched pushing her pert tits upwards her body lunging forward out of control as wave after wave of pleasure filled her pussy as multiple orgasms exploded within her, finally Katie spent and exhausted drifted off to sleep.

The loud banging on the front door awoke Katie from her deep sleep she pulled the curtain slightly open and could see a courier van in the driveway; she sheepishly looked around for the dildo, and could not find it.

Had it all been a dream?

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Léa, suite à un quiproquo devient la petite amie d’Amadou. En conséquent, ce dernier se rend chez les parents de sa nouvelle conquête pour se présenter. Mais, ceux-ci font preuve de peu d’enthousiasme à ce qu’un noir fréquente leur fille, ils parviennent cependant à un accord. Que Léa devienne membre de la tribu de la « Lancenoir » et Amadou acceptera de la laisser à un autre. Mais pour devenir membre de cette tribu certains rituels sont exigés, le premier est que la famille de la jeune fille assiste à l’accouplement des deux jeunes tourtereaux, et voilà qu’Amadou porte Léa jusqu’au lit parental…

Après s’être débarrassé de son « fardeau » sur le lit, Amadou regarda autour de lui. La chambre était on ne peut plus sobre : un grand lit avec des couvertures à motifs géométriques, une armoire et une bibliothèque Ikea, d’épais rideaux aux fenêtres, rien ne transpirait un quelconque érotisme, on ne devait se coucher dans cette chambre que pour dormir.

« Alors c’est là que vous faites vos saloperies? Pas très bandant… Pourtant, je suis que Madame est une grande amatrice de cochonneries. Où vous planquez vos sex-toys?

— Je n’ai pas de gadget!

— Alors je suis sûr que Monsieur doit être fort occupé pour combler une cochonne comme vous.

— Je ne suis pas…

— Oui, oui, je sais… Vous êtes du genre bien propre sur vous, mais dans votre petite caboche alors là, vous êtes une grosse perverse. Et je suis sûr que votre fille est pareille, on peut la croire toute pure, mais elle a plein d’immondices dans sa tête. C’est pas vrai? »

Mais la fille était surtout affolé à l’idée que ses parents puissent la voir en train de se faire posséder charnellement par Amadou, aussi tenta-t-elle timidement de le dissuader :

« Amadou, on peut pas faire ça devant mes parents…

— Tais-toi et retire ta jupe. »

Léa hésita, mais finit par obéir. Elle fit lentement glisser sa jupe sur ses jambes, pas par lubricité, mais parce qu’elle ne voulait pas quitter ce dernier morceau de tissu qui la protégeait. Sa toison pelvienne apparaissant à son grand désespoir à mesure qu’elle se débarrassait de sa jupe, elle n’avait rien en dessous et elle laissait voir son minou à ses géniteurs et à son amant. La pauvre à demi nue avait devant elle un colosse grimaçant et juste derrière lui, ses parents inquiets.

« Amadou, je t’en prie…

— Toi, ferme ta gueule. Combien de fois il va falloir que je te le dise! Et écarte les jambes plutôt que de geindre! »

Léa obéit sans plus rien à dire. À quoi bon… à chaque mot qu’elle sortait, elle se faisait rembarrer par Amadou, et ses parents étaient tellement gênés de la situation qu’ils n’osaient rien dire. Elle s’allongea donc sur le dos, évitant de regarder son père et sa mère, et elle ouvrit les jambes pour montrer sa fente.

« Qu’est-ce que vous pensez de sa boîte à jus? demanda Amadou. Approchez-vous! Ça doit faire un bail que vous ne l’avez pas vu. Maintenant elle est pleine de poils, enfin heureusement pas trop ; elle se rase la foufoune comme une vraie salope, hein? Toujours prête à se faire saillir par une grosse queue noire. Allons, avancez-vous! Vous ne voyez rien d’ici. »

Les parents toujours serrés l’un contre l’autre, pour se donner courage, obéirent. Ils virent leur fille vêtue d’une simple chemisette, les jambes ouvertes en position pour se faire pénétrer.

« Alors, redemanda Amadou. Qu’est-ce que vous en pensez? »

Les parents gardaient le silence, bien trop embarrassés pour dire quoi que ce soit. Amadou se pencha sur Léa et lui effleura le clitoris, passa ensuite son doigt sur sa fente avant de la porter à son nez. Puis il présenta son doigt sous le nez de Jean.

« Elle est bien mouillée, non?

— C’est… Vraiment…

— Alors qu’est-ce que vous en pensez? »

Jean, dut prendre sur lui, il voulait en finir en vitesse, il dit la première chose qui lui venait à l’esprit :

« Elle est jolie?

— Tu entends ça, Léa? Ton père trouve que tu as un minou qui lui donne la trique. Comme c’est mignon… Vous autres, les blancs, vous êtes quand même une sacrée bande de pervers, des homos ou des pères qui veulent se taper leur fille. Que des vicieux. Et vous, Madame, vous ne devez pas être en reste. Une MILF comme vous, vous devez aller voir ailleurs, je suis sûr. Les petits jeunes que votre fille amène à la maison, vous goûter leur sucre d’orge quand personne ne regarde, non?

— Certainement pas!

— À d’autres! Avec votre tailleur sexy, vous pourriez aussi bien avoir “pute” écrit sur le front. Vous ne me ferez pas croire que vous ne vous retrouvez pas sous le bureau de votre patron en train de lui astiquer le manche… Mais revenons au berlingot de votre fille, vous le trouvez mouillé vous?

— Euh oui…

— Forcément, rien que d’imaginer ma bite, elle est en chaleur, mais elle pourrait l’être nettement plus, non? Madame quand vous vous apprêtez à vous faire mettre, vous mouiller comme une huître juteuse? J’imagine que vous ateşli gaziantep escort avez les lèvres gonflées, vous vous pâmez comme une salope… Et là, vous avez l’impression que votre fille se pâme?

— Non.

— Alors qu’est-ce qu’elle doit faire?

— …

— Allons, vous avez quelques années d’expérience de plus qu’elle donc vous êtes une bien plus grosse salope, c’est évident. Vous pouvez lui donner des conseils. Que doit-elle faire pour être bien chaude avant que je lui enfonce mon manche?

— Mais! Mon Dieu! Vous êtes vraiment immonde…

— Restez poli, je vous prie! Et concentrez-vous, elle doit se br…? proposa Amadou… Se bran… allons, essayez de deviner.

— Se branler, gémit le père.

— Ah! Voilà, tu entends ton papa, Léa? Quand je t’annonce que tu vas te faire baiser, tu dois te masturber jusqu’à ce que tu sois humide comme une fontaine. Et comment doit-elle faire ça, Madame?

— Moi… mais… il faut… les doigts… vous savez bien!

— Eh bien, tu as entendu ton papa et ta maman, Léa? Alors qu’est-ce que tu attends? »

Et Léa, devant les commandes données par sa famille, commença à introduire quelques doigts dans sa fente baveuse. Amadou regarda cette fille de bonne famille se masturber quelques minutes devant les yeux éberlués de ses parents. Puis, lorsqu’elle commença à vraiment prendre du plaisir, il l’interrompit :

« Maintenant, retire-moi mon froc! »

Aussitôt Léa cessa ses activités un peu trop impudiques et referma immédiatement ses jambes. Elle allait s’occuper du jean d’Amadou mais celui-ci lui ordonna d’y mettre les formes :

« À quatre pattes, salope! lève bien le cul, montre-le à tes parents! »

Léa hésita, Amadou lui demanda donc

« Tu sais pourquoi je veux te voir à quatre pattes?

— Non.

— Tu me causes comme à un chien ou quoi? Si tu me parles, tu me sers du “Monsieur”.

— Non, Monsieur, je sais pas.

— Ta salope de mère doit savoir. »

Cette dernière ne s’offusquant même plus des insultes… Elle aurait tout de même préféré rester bouche close, mais sous le regard imposant d’Amadou elle se sentit obligée de lui donner satisfaction en répondant :

« C’est plus sexy.

— Voilà, on voit la bonne pute qui connait son affaire… Oui tu montres à ton maître que tu es une chienne, une trainée bonne à baiser. Une femelle comme toi n’a pas besoin de savoir marcher sur deux jambes. Elle doit juste savoir comment dresser son cul en l’air!

— En France les femmes sont libres, se formalisa Jean.

— Je ne dis pas le contraire. Elles sont libres de choisir par quelles queues elles veulent se faire mettre. Mais à la fin elles se font toujours baiser par une queue de noir… Pas vrai gros cul, » dit-il en fichant une claque sur le cul de Léa.

Celle-ci ayant fini de présenter son cul, se retourna, toujours à quatre pattes sur le lit, la tête au niveau de l’entrejambe du grand noir et défit l’épaisse ceinture en cuir avec un gros ceinturon.

« Donne la ceinture à ton père. Il pourra l’utiliser sur ton cul si tu ne te montres pas assez bonne baiseuse. »

Et avant que Jean puisse refuser, il ajouta :

« Si vous ne vous montrez pas assez juste et sévère quant aux talents de votre fille au lit, c’est moi qui la fouetterais et j’ai bien plus de force que vous. »

Léa à moitié nue offrit donc la ceinture à son père. Puis elle enleva le jean d’Amadou, et fit descendre son slip. Les parents glapirent de surprise devant l’énormité de ce qui se présentait à leurs yeux

« Qu’est-ce que! »

Et la mère : « Mon Dieu! C’est impossible! »

Et le père : « C’est donc ça la lance noire… »

« Eh oui! Et elle n’est pas encore tout à fait bandée! Léa, fais-moi une branlette espagnole pour faire durcir tout ça, montre à tes parents le morceau de choix avec lequel tu vas te faire mettre.

— Une quoi? demanda Léa

— Mais cette femelle ne sait rien! Qu’est-ce que vous lui avez appris toutes ces années? Madame, expliquez-lui!

— Euh… Une branlette espagnole c’est quand tu mets le pénis du monsieur entre tes seins et que tu lui branles le sexe comme ça.

— Vraiment comment peut-elle ignorer ça?! Surtout avec les gènes de vache qui courent dans la famille. Madame est plantureuse comme une actrice de porno, et votre cadette, Mamamia! Ce n’est pas des seins qu’elle a, c’est des pastèques!

Léa retira sa chemisette, exposant ses seins qui, pour être les plus petits de la famille, n’en faisaient pas moins la taille de grosses mangues, et elle tenta de faire glisser le long tuyau noir en train de durcir entre ses seins. Les émotions se mélangeaient. Léa était honteuse du spectacle qu’elle offrait, tout en se souvenant avec délectation du plaisir qu’elle avait éprouvé quand cette bite de cheval l’avait possédée. Hélène et Jean étaient époustouflés par cette bite, suffisamment pour oublier un instant qu’elle faisait des va-et-vient entre les seins de leur fille.

Amadou bakımlı gaziantep escort sentait avec plaisir la jeune fille serrer ses seins autour de sa bite. Avoir une gonzesse qui utilisait ses grosses loches pour lui donner du plaisir était toujours un incomparable bonheur. Une femme ne sait pas bien branler une queue avec ses mains, le rythme ne va pas, la queue est trop serrée, ou elle fait des mouvements trop violents, alors qu’entre ses seins… On profite de la douceur de leurs rondeurs graisseuses, et on y lézarde avec la satisfaction de se savoir notre membre aussi bien entouré. Aussi Amadou fut-il assez mécontent quand il sentit le mouvement progressivement ralentir jusqu’à cesser tout à fait : Léa avait pris peur. Devant la bite qui lui arrivait maintenant devant le visage, elle était comme hypnotiser par le gland qui trônait entre ses deux yeux.

Amadou avisa le père de l’inefficience coupable de sa fille bien aimée :

« Qu’est-ce que vous attendez! Vous voyez bien qu’elle a arrêté de me branler, fouettez là! Ou faut-il que je le fasse à votre place? »

Le père n’eut pas le choix ; il se rappelait la menace d’Amadou, soit il infligeait lui-même le fouet à sa fille, soit Amadou s’occupait de la châtier avec toute la puissance de ses muscles. Bien à contrecœur, et même bouleversé de devoir lui infliger ce châtiment, il se mit à exécuter l’ordre terrible. Il leva la ceinture et la fit chuter sur le corps nu de Léa.

« Ahhhh!! »

Même avec toute la mollesse que son père y avait mise, Léa sentit la lanière en cuir lui frapper le dos, lui causant un brutal rappel à la réalité. Quelque dix secondes plus tard, elle sentit un second coup lui arriver dessus. Cette fois un peu plus fort et laissant une marque visible pour quelques jours. Léa regarda derrière elle avec des yeux de chiens battus, elle put observer son père brandissant la ceinture en l’air prêt à la cravacher. Elle se sentait malheureuse, son père ne l’avait jamais frappé. Pas une seule fois ses parents ne lui avait infligé une claque ou une simple fessée, au pire on l’avait privée de dessert, et voilà qu’à son âge elle se faisait marquer à la ceinture. Et pas parce qu’elle avait eu un zéro en cours, ou s’était montrée insolente, mais parce qu’elle n’était pas capable de branler correctement un noir…

Elle serra ses seins bien fort autour du sexe d’Amadou et recommença à frotter ses nichons de bas en haut contre le gros manche. Il était passé de la taille d’un gros joystick, à celui d’une batte de base-ball. Et rien ne semblait indiquer que sa croissance était terminée.

« Mon Dieu, on dirait un cheval, susurra Hélène. C’est plus qu’humain… »

Jean eut un frisson en entendant sa femme s’exprimer ainsi. Il savait parfaitement identifier l’état d’esprit de sa femme au timbre de sa voix, et il reconnaissait le ton : elle ne faisait pas que constater, elle était excitée.

« C’est tellement énorme… » ne pouvait-elle s’empêcher de commenter.

Amadou jeta un œil sur la mère de famille. Lui aussi entendait dans sa voix le son d’une chatte en chaleur, et d’ailleurs sans même s’en rendre compte, la maman avait inconsciemment posé une main sur son sein qu’elle caressait. Amadou était flatté que le spectacle de sa bite dans toute sa gloire fît un tel effet. Mais il était temps de passer aux choses sérieuses, il s’adressa donc à sa proie :

« Aller sur le dos, les pattes écartées, femelle. »

Léa obéit. Elle commençait à avoir le tournis avec cette bite qui lui passait entre les deux yeux. Elle se demandait jusqu’où elle pouvait monter. Elle reposa son dos contre le matelas et les draps de ses parents, et ouvrit les cuisses devant son amant.

« C’est écarté ça?! Je ne veux pas être gênée par tes mollets quand je te baise! Madame, Monsieur, tenez les jambes de votre fille. Ma bite est large et il lui faut une bonne ouverture. »

Jean et Hélène se regardèrent embarrassés… Certes ils voulaient être le moins actif possible dans la copulation de leur fille, mais ils voyaient la bite monstrueuse et se devaient d’agir pour éviter que leur ange chéri ne soit sauvagement labouré. Peut-être pouvaient-ils faire en sorte que la pénétration se déroule sans heurts. Ils prirent l’un le pied droit, l’autre le pied gauche, lui écartant amplement les jambes pour que la cramouille de leur fille soit facilement accessible au gourdin noir. Une fois ses ordres suivis, Amadou avait devant lui une chatte bien ouverte à défoncer, et dégoulinante. Léa devant le spectacle de cette énorme tige turgescente avait réagi comme un animal : instinctivement. Sans se soucier de la présence de ses parents, elle mouillait comme un jour de pluie.

Amadou entra lentement dans la fente juteuse, enfonçant d’abord son mandrin à mi-longueur. Ce fut assez pour que Léa crut qu’on lui ouvrait le ventre. Amadou retrouvant un habitat bien plaisant pour sa queue commença à s’occuper à prendre son pied. Il ne tint plus compte des cris de bayan escort la femelle et commença à exercer des va-et-vient puissants.

Madame tenant un des pieds de sa fille, sentit le choc quand l’anaconda s’enfonça dans le minou de sa fille. Et elle ne fit pas que sentir, elle entendit Léa hurler comme si elle était seule au monde! Incapable de se contenir, la mouille inondait le lit. Madame elle-même fut prise de jalousie. Elle avait presque quarante-cinq ans, elle était belle et n’avait jamais connu une jouissance telle que le manifestait sa fille. Elle voyait le chibre marbré pilonner la chatte de fille avec une force, une vitesse qui avait de quoi la faire défaillir. En observant cet accouplement bestial, elle oublia qu’elle était mère, oublia l’inconvenance de voir sa fille se faire défoncer, elle se mordait les lèvres de désir quand…

« Un préservatif! Il faut un préservatif! » cria son mari.

Amadou se retourna vers lui et se mit à rire comme un forcené.

« Une capote?! Mais mon vieux, tu en as de bonnes toi! Les capotes pour des bites à ma taille ça n’existe pas! Où il faut en commander sur des sites spécialisés! Mais ne t’inquiète pas. Je ne baise que des femelles saines. C’est pas avec moi qu’elle va tomber malade…

— Mais si elle tombe enceinte?

— Et bien, son gosse aura une grosse bite, je peux te l’assurer. »

Et, disant cela, il lui en remit un coup de mandrin.

« Mais ce serait un enfant noir… C’est hors de question!

— Bon… si tu tiens tant à ce qu’elle ne se retrouve pas en cloque, on peut arranger quelque chose. Et puis tu as peut-être raison, je veux pas avoir un chiard d’une gonzesse qui n’est pas encore de la tribu. D’autant qu’avec le sperme que je décharge, il faudrait un miracle pour qu’elle ne se retrouve pas avec un petit nègre dans le tiroir-caisse.

— Tu as entendu? Amadou veut bien arrêter de te faire l’amour, mon chou, » affirma sa mère qui trouvait injuste que sa fille ait le droit de connaître un plaisir aussi intense.

Léa était loin d’être aussi contente que sa jalouse de mère. Elle était à deux doigts d’atteindre un nouvel orgasme et voilà, que ses parents l’ennuyaient pour des précautions dont elle n’avait que faire. Renoncer à ce plaisir était quand même bien décevant.

Les deux parents regardèrent Amadou retirer son énorme engin de la chatte de leur fille. Quand il en sortit le gland, Léa poussa un gémissement se sentant le corps vidé, tandis que sa chatte complètement déformée tentait tant bien que mal de se refermer.

« Putain! Mais quelle salope, hein? Allez, retourne-toi, morue. »

Mais Léa était bien trop épuisée pour bouger

« Vous voyez, à peine quelques coups de pines et c’est H.S, faudra qu’elle boive plus de jus de couille, ça donne de la force… En attendant, Monsieur, forcez là à obéir! »

Jean fut obligé d’avoir recours à de nouveaux coups de ceintures pour que Léa trouve la force de bouger. Mais encore fallait-il qu’elle trouve la bonne position…

« Cambre tes fesses mieux que ça, ordonnait Amadou, forçant Jean à fouetter une nouvelle fois le postérieur de sa fille. Plus vite que ça! »

Finalement, lorsque le cul de Léa se trouva bien en hauteur, Amadou se dirigea vers elle, la bite toujours dressée…

« Mais, qu’est-ce que vous faites?! s’inquiéta Jean qui craignait avoir deviné sur l’objectif visé par Amadou.

— Eh bien, je ne la mets pas enceinte!

— Oui… mais…

— Voyons un peu ce que vaut ce trou du cul…

— Mais que comptez-vous faire?!

— L’enculer bien sûr!

— Mais c’est impossible! s’exclama Madame, rougissant fortement. Votre bite est bien trop grosse!

— Ah ça, elle va la sentir passer. Mais, ne vous inquiétez pas, elle finira par en redemander. Toutes les salopes sont les mêmes.

— Chéri, dis-lui de refuser.

— Tu la préfères enceinte?

— Oh non!

— Alors c’est décidé, conclu Amadou, à la une! À la deux! À la tr…

— Non! cria Hélène. Vous ne pouvez pas faire ça à sec. Jean vient avec moi. Et vous, Amadou, je vous en supplie, attendez que je revienne avant d’enculer ma fille.

— Très bien, je poiroterais en me faisant dégorger le poireau, pas vrai Léa. »

Léa rougit, en apercevant la taille de ce qu’elle devait mettre en bouche. Hélène agrippa le bras de Jean et ils décampèrent prestement.

*****

Les parents ne tardèrent pas à revenir, voulant éviter que leur fille ne prenne goût au braquemart saveur chocolat.

Aussi furent-ils consternés en rentrant dans leur chambre de voir leur douce enfant avalant une immense queue noire. Elle semblait avoir la bouche remplie plus qu’à ras bord et pourtant, elle avait encore bien du chemin à faire avant d’en arriver à la moitié. Amadou lui tirait les oreilles pour l’obliger à emboucher une plus grande quantité de bite dans sa bouche. Il forçait l’entrée comme s’il essayait d’enfiler une chaussure trop serrée.

Hélène avait retrouvé ses réflexes de mère et eut pitié de sa fille en la voyant asphyxiée par ce mastodonte noir :

« Arrêtez!

— Ah voilà les parents qui se décident à revenir. Mais qu’est-ce que vous apportez? »

Amadou plissa les yeux pour distinguer ce que le couple amenait comme ustensile. Il distingua dans la main d’Hélène une bouteille d’huile et dans celle de Jean, une plaquette de beurre.

« Ma choutte! Ça va?! » demanda Hélène.

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Mercredi 6 avril

Mes chevilles étaient reliées ensemble mais avec un certain degré de liberté, ce qui me permettait de faire de petits pas. Je me suis étendue sur le canapé et, avec un peu de contorsions, j’ai réussi à passer mes bras devant moi. J’ai envoyé un texto à Maîtresse.

“Je suis arrivée à placer mes mains devant moi”

Il me restait encore 2 h 30 devant moi avant de pouvoir me libérer. Je pourrais le faire vers 14 h 50, il ne me resterait alors que 60 minutes environ pour me préparer et me rendre au travail.

Avec les mains devant, j’ai réussi à ranger mes jouets qui se trouvaient sur le lit, j’ai pris mon repas de midi en constatant que Madame était partie avec le contrat. J’ai préparé mon souper à emporter pour le travail. Puis je me suis assise dans le salon, sans allumer la télévision, attendant l’ouverture de ma boîte temporelle. J’ai envoyé un autre texto.

“Assise au salon, j’attends l’ouverture de ma boîte temporelle.”

Encore une heure à attendre l’ouverture. Durant ce temps, je suis passée par une multitude d’émotions. Jusqu’où était prête à aller cette femme pour me dominer? Dans quel guêpier je m’étais fourrée? Elle avait mes clés, mon code, elle s’insinuait dans ma vie sans gaziantep grup escort que je ne proteste. Jusqu’où je la laisserai aller? Mais ces 3 derniers jours ont été pour moi une telle source de satisfaction. J’ai atteint des sommets d’émotions que je n’ai jamais pu atteindre avec mes self-bondages. La raison me disait de mettre fin à cet échange, mais mon esprit pervers m’ordonnait de continuer. Je sentais toujours l’odeur de Maîtresse sur mon visage. J’étais heureuse.

Finalement, à 14 h 52, la boîte temporelle s’est déverrouillée. Je me suis libérée et j’ai rangé les derniers jouets BDSM. J’ai allumé mon ordi et j’ai rédigé mon journal intime rapidement.

“Cher journal,

Aujourd’hui, Maîtresse Liane a pris possession de mon corps et de mon esprit de façon officielle grâce à un contrat que nous avons signé toutes les deux. Donc, en ce mercredi 6 avril, je lui appartiens maintenant. Je suis terriblement nerveuse car elle a en sa possession mes clés et mon code d’accès. Suis-je allée trop loin? Je ne le sais pas, mais je n’ai nullement l’intention d’utiliser mon droit de veto, car cette situation est celle dans laquelle j’ai toujours secrètement güneyşehir escort voulu me retrouver.

Aujourd’hui, pour la première fois de ma vie, j’ai fait un cunnilingus à une femme. J’ai commencé avec beaucoup de dégoût, mais je me suis aperçue qu’au final j’avais adoré l’expérience. Cela m’a bouleversé. Suis-je lesbienne? Était-ce seulement le plaisir d’obéir? Je ne sais pas…

Je me sens prête à poursuivre l’expérience et j’espère ne pas faire d’erreur en confiant ma vie à cette femme que je connais à peine pour l’instant. Ma tête est remplie d’images, de désirs, d’interrogations, tout mon esprit est sens dessus dessous. La soirée au travail va être pénible, je crois…”

Après une bonne douche bien méritée pour enlever toute cette sueur de nervosité qui enveloppait mon corps ainsi que le jus séché de Madame sur mon visage, j’ai revêtu mon uniforme de travail et je suis partie immédiatement pour ne pas être en retard.

A 15 h 55, je prenais mon quart de travail, du moins physiquement, car au niveau de l’esprit, j’étais ailleurs. A plusieurs reprises, quelques copines de travail m’ont demandé si j’allais bien. J’ai essayé de me concentrer le plus possible. islahiye escort Depuis lundi, ma vie devenait qu’angoisse et nervosité. Ma vie m’échappait lentement et mon esprit plongeait sans retenue dans ce monde étrange qu’est le BDSM au travers d’une relation dominante/dominée.

La soirée s’est somme toute relativement bien passée. Dans l’entrée de l’hôpital, près du stationnement des employés, à minuit cinq, je contactais Maîtresse pour lui signaler que je quittais mon travail. Je l’ai contactée de nouveau lorsque je suis arrivée à la maison, et encore une fois pour lui dire que j’allais au lit.

Il n’y a rien eu de spécial pour la journée de jeudi. J’ai rapporté toutes mes activités par texto à Madame, j’ai rédigé mon journal avant de partir au travail. Et en ce jeudi soir, le travail a été légèrement plus facile que la veille, mon esprit ayant épuisé une grande partie de ses réflexions.

Finalement, vendredi après une journée comme les autres, c’est-à-dire gym, texto, journal intime et travail, j’étais heureuse de me retrouver dans l’entrée de l’hôpital pour contacter Maîtresse à la fin de ma journée. Cependant, j’étais triste. Après ses 3 jours intenses au début de semaine, je n’avais plus de nouvelles de Maîtresse. C’était inquiétant et désolant à la fois. Est-ce que j’allais passer la fin de semaine toute seule à ruminer mes idées en attendant désespérément un nouveau contact avec Maîtresse?

A peine assis dans la voiture, mon GSM a sonné.

– Oui, hello.

– Bonsoir petite salope… Ecoute attentivement et suis mes instructions à la lettre…

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Awakening to the sun peeking through the curtains, Mary marveled at how wonderful it was to have some time to herself. After all the kids were wither ex-husband this weekend, so she only had plans to enjoy the beautiful weather and the little time she had to herself. Her only plans for the weekend were to do some shopping. Maybe get a new outfit to wear to work. It wasn’t that she needed to go shopping; it was simply something she enjoyed. Knowing that she would most likely be trying multiple outfits on in different stores, she opted for the bare essentials, a bra, panties, loose fitting t-shirt, sweatpants, socks and slip on shoes. That way it wouldn’t be such a hassle getting undressed and dressed multiple times. Her hair tied back in a neat pony tail, she drove the short distance to the mall.

Entering the mall Mary wandered around the mall, just trying to decide where she wanted to start. Ambling around the mall she decided she might as well look as some lingerie. She loved black lace; it would be nice to have a matching set of lingerie, just in case she had a chance to show it off to a date, or even answer the door when her ex showed up, just to show him just what he was missing out on.

Entering the lingerie store she was confronted with more mainstream selections toward the front of the store, but as she traveled toward the back of the store the selections became more risqué. Now, this would be something she could really enjoy. She wandered around the bras, panties and teddies, looking for just what might be the most provocative lingerie she might actually wear.

Since there wasn’t really a chance that anyone would actually see her lingerie at this point, at least not for a while, Mary decided to get some extremely (for her), revealing and erotic lingerie. Choosing her final selections carefully, she found a store clerk, and asked if there were fitting rooms that she could try on the lingerie. The perky young clerk directed her toward the fitting rooms. Mary’s selections were; a pair of black lace crotchless panties, and two possible bras that could match the panties, one bra was almost a half cup bra, that would expose most of her large areolas, and the other bra had full cups, but the tips were open and lace trimmed, and would leave her entire areola and nipple exposed. The final piece of lingerie was a red lace teddy that had snaps on the crotch.

Mary was no stranger to fitting rooms or changing in fitting rooms, but this was different, she was getting to take her time, unrushed by a husband or kids. The fitting room was about five feet square, benches lined the three walls that weren’t occupied by the door, there were mirrors from the bench up to her head height on the walls with benches, and a full length mirror lined the door. Deftly removing her t-shirt, she laid it on the bench. She then unfastened the clasp on the front of her bra and removed it. Nude from the waist up, she stood and admired her breasts, they had a slight sexy droop to them, but at thirty-five and after two kids, they looked great. She took in the sight of her light brown, silver dollar sized areolas, and her pinkish brown pinkie sized nipples.

Taking her first bra, the half-cup black lace bra, placing the bra on so she could hook it easily (backward), she hooked the bra, turned it around, put the straps up on her shoulders, and placed each breast in its cup. Admiring how the bra seemed to push her breasts up and made them look perkier, she decided she liked not only the look, but the feel of this one. Removing the first bra, she leaned down to pick up the second bra, the weight of her breasts swaying in the air pendulously. Standing up she began the process of trying this bra on, hooking it, turning it around the placing her breasts in the cups. The combined effects of being nude, trying on sexy lingerie, shown as she gazed at her now fully erect nipples. The sight was so tempting that she cupped her breasts in her hands, and started teasing her nipples by touching them ever so lightly, and gently squeezing them, feeling the pressure exerted on her nipples all the way down to her clit.

“Damn, I have to stop this, this no place to be starting something I can’t finish.”

Leaving the bra on to try and lessen the temptation to continue to play with her erect nipples, when changing into her own bra, she decided to try on the panties. Leaning over to remove her sweat pants and panties, she picked up the new panties and pulled them up. The sensation of air wafting across her exposed pussy lips felt luxurious. Tilting her head to the side a bit she saw how the thin strip of fabric seemed to just appear at the top of the crack of her ass. Picking one leg up and placing it on a bench she surveyed how her pussy looked framed in lace. She turned with her ass toward the door, bent over, and looked at how her pussy seemed to bulge out of the lace opening in the panties, her trimmed bush splayed little hairs framing the opening in the panties.

Bent gaziantep zenci escort over she moved her feet farther apart to get a better view of how her pussy looked in the panties. The little hair that was exposed looked quite sexy. Standing up she turned and took a seat, again opposite the floor length mirror on the door. Wanting to see more, she picked her legs up and placed them on opposing benches, her pussy looking like a pursed pair of lips. Distancing herself from reality, she took her fingers and pulled her pussy open, exposing her inner labia, which was moist with excitement.

“Oh, God…it’s been so long…”

With all her might she let her pussy squeeze closed as she removed her fingers from her outer labia.

“Just a little bit” She thought as she dipped an index finger into her moist slit, gathering the moisture she moved her finger up to tease her clit a little. Her clit, already partially aroused from the nipple play, stiffened and begged for more attention, as she tickled her clit a bit more.

“Oh, no, I have to stop this now.”

With all the willpower she could muster, she removed the crotchless panties, the open nipple bra, and put her own underwear back on. Pulling up her sweatpants she felt a sense of relief, at least she couldn’t see how excited her pussy was. As she slid her t-shirt over her head and pulled it down to her waist she felt a little better, as no one would be able to tell how stiff her nipples were. She had decided not to even try the teddy on.

Exiting the fitting room in somewhat clouded state, she proceeded to the cahier. Mary decided to purchase both bras, the panties and the teddy, even though she hadn’t tried the teddy on. Exhaling with a sigh of relief as she exited the lingerie store she began to try and work on getting her thoughts away from her pussy.

She wandered up and down the corridors of the mall, looking in one shop or another. Her attention was drawn to a small store that had gag gifts, and other odd items. Passing through one of the small aisles, she happened upon some “back massagers.”

“Those are vibrators.” She thought as she laughed a bit.

Picking one up, to examine it, she discovered that there were three different sizes of “back massagers,” seven inch, ten inch, and twelve inch. Having been married she used to have some vibrators, but her ex in a rage had taken all of them when he left, destroying them, leaving her to her own devices to satisfy her sexual needs. Looking at the different sizes of vibrators, she couldn’t decide on which size to buy. The seven inch would probably be tight at this point, because she hadn’t had sex or any artificial penetration in almost three months, and she regularly did her kegel exercises, meant to keep the vaginal muscles tight and in shape. The ten inch and twelve inch vibrators were simply out of the question, she was sure that it would be painful to try and get one of them in her tight little pussy. Feeling like a coward, because she didn’t even buy the small vibrator she left the gag gift store.

As she strode down the mall hallways she tried to decide what would go best with the lingerie she had purchased. A short skirt and an almost sheer white blouse would be a sexy and alluring ensemble she thought. The increasing slickness of her wet vaginal lips sliding against one another as she walked to her next destination, was partially due to her fantasies about what she would like to do with the vibrators.

“Nothing like showing off, but not letting anyone really see anything.” She thought

Mary entered the department store, found a cart and began the process of picking and choosing a few different outfits to try on. She finally decided on four pairs of slacks, and three different blouses. Passing by the skirts, she decided that a nice skirt would be nice, to show off her legs, and maybe flash some unsuspecting guy. Her mind drifted temporarily on the friction of her bra cups produced as her breasts swayed, rubbing her taut nipples into the fabric of the cups.

Perusing the aisles trying to find the “perfect” skirt for her particular desire, took longer than she had imagined it would. Finally she found the type of skirt she had in mind. It should hang a few inches below her crotch, but be revealing should she choose it to be. The skirt was, light cotton, with a red paisley print. The blouse was easy to find, and it was exactly what she wanted, an opaque white, that would let a hint of what was worn underneath recognizable to anyone that was truly looking.

She walked toward the changing room with her selections in the cart. Her nipples began to ache slightly from the continuous pressure of her bra cups, and the continued fantasy thoughts Mary had been focusing on. As she checked her items with the clerk and entered the fitting room. She could feel the slickness of her inner labia sliding against one another as she gaziantep escort walked into the fitting room. She envisioned her clit hiding beneath its protective hood trying to peek out and seek attention.

Mary was having a difficult time concentrating on her shopping as her fantasies came back and began revolving around how she would look, clad only in her black lace bra and her crotchless panties.

Entering the changing room with only the skirt, the blouse and her purse, her previous purchases being watched by the clerk, she began the process of trying the clothing on. First she would try the skirt on. She removed the baggy sweat pants. The dampness in her panties felt chilly against the heat of her pussy, as she began to try on the skirt and blouse.

Mary admired the curves of her form. Her eyes settled on the dark strip of dampness soaking through her thin cotton panties. She ran her hands lightly up her thighs, her fingers stopping momentarily as the top of her mound to gently rub her pubic bone. Refocusing, she began trying on the skirt she had picked out. The act of repeatedly undressing in a public place, already aroused, seemed intensely erotic. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore her stiff nipples and her wet pussy; her scent filled the small room.

“Hmmm…smells like sex in here.”

Out of sheer willpower she dutifully returned to the task at hand. Mary again removed her t-shirt, to replace it with the blouse she had found. A devious thought began developing in her mind…

“This is a changing room; It’s private.”

She unbuttoned the blouse, hanging it back on the hanger, her hands shivering with excitement. Then, removed the skirt and hung it also. She could see that her face was flushed, as she decided that she had to cum, right now. She could last until she got back to the car, which was at least a half an hour away. She could feel her pulse in her stiffened nipples, and her now stiffening clit.

Thinking about the possibility that other women may have masturbated in this small mirror lined changing room tuned her on even more. She moved her hands up her body to rub her breasts, lifting them, squeezing, tracing her fingers around the areolas, her stiffening nipples begged to be free of the confinement of the thin material of the bra. Her body was giving her definite signs that it needed release, and it needed that release now. Closing her eyes, and tilting her head back in ecstasy as her hand slipped inside the elastic waistband of her plain white, thin cotton panties, her hand automatically found her slit. The moment her fingers came in contact with the hot moistness of her aching pussy, her clit stiffened in expectation.

Rubbing her mound, feeling the heat of her pussy, was all she could stand. Her mind screamed at her to control her urges, as her pulse pounded. She was beyond rational thought at this point. Finally opening her eyes to view the erotic sight she was creating, she reached up with her free hand and slid her breasts out of the confines of her bra. The collapsed cups of her bra resting on her chest above her fully exposed breasts; she turned the bra with one hand and unhooked it, allowing it to fall to the floor in a small heap of lifeless fabric.

“Oh…God, I can’t believe I am doing this.”

Mary gazed at her breasts as they bounced in rhythm matching the motions of her hand massaging her pussy. Her taut nipples stuck out like chubby little erasers on a pencil. The hand that had freed her breasts from their confinement began to tweak the nipple on her left breast, as her eyes traveled down the reflection of her body; her gaze came to rest on the movement of her hand inside her panties. She imagined what her pussy would look like framed in the black lace of the crotchless panties she had purchased. Wanting to enjoy this as much as possible, she removed her hands from her breasts and panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, leaving them in a heap on the floor of the fitting room.

Sitting on the bench that ran around three walls of the fitting room, she faced the full length mirror on the door; the hairy triangle of her pussy starkly contrasted the pink of her nude body. Here she was, entirely nude in a public place, and it was so erotic to her. She raised one leg up to rest on a side bench, and to give her better access to her smoldering, wet pussy.

She really hadn’t taken the time to even really look at herself in a purely sexual way for a long time. The more she gazed at her pussy the more it amazed her, the way the outer lips pursed, revealing a trace of wetness in her folds. Using both hands she watched in the mirror as she revealed her inner folds. It was simply amazing how beautiful her pussy actually was. Creamy white lubricant was oozing from the slit of her pussy. One of her index fingers slipped down the slit of her pussy into the liquid, slowly sliding back up the crease to lubricate and moisten her now engorged and straining clit. Her clit now rosy pink, and distended just beyond its little protective hood, just begged for some attention.

Mary slowly began teasing her clit. She traced little circles around the hood, making sure not to make direct contact with her stiff little bud.

“Ah…yes…that’s it.”

Her finger flicked her clit in a desperate attempt to finish quickly, so as not to be discovered, or arouse suspicion. She would die of embarrassment if she were discovered playing with herself. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she tried to keep her moans of pleasure subdued. Since it always helped her to get off, she raised one of her breasts to her lips, and began sucking on her breast with an intense sexual fervor. She could feel the pleasure building stirrings deep inside her groin, as her finger slid down her slit dipped back into her wet hole, to re-lubricate.

She discovered that it really increased her excitement as she watched herself frigging her clit, and watched the liquid seeping from her slit, gathering at the lower end of her slit, getting ready to drip on the seat. Hurriedly she reached down with her left hand, gathered the juices from her slit on her fingers, raised her hand to her mouth and licked the wetness from her fingers. Her hips began quivering as her orgasm began to build deep within her loins. Mary lowered her hand from her mouth to her pussy and began fingering her wet hole. She wished she had gotten the vibrator after all.

A heavy musk of wet pussy filled the small fitting room. She slid off the seat on to the floor, placing each leg on the bench closest to it, spreading her legs as far as possible in the room, as she stared at the woman in the mirror’s self-gratifying manipulations. The evident swelling of her labia and clit was fascinating; she had never really looked at herself when she played with pussy. Her fingers were a flurry of motion, one hand flitting over her clit, the other hand pumping in and out of her soggy pussy hole. She hoped the sucking and squishing sounds her pussy was making as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy weren’t really as loud as they seemed to her in this small room.

“Oh, God, please, please, now…I have to cum, I need to cum.”

“I’m so close…almost there…” she thought as she began concentrating solely on the manipulations of her clit and cumming.

“Come on, dammit, come on…please cum.”

“I need this.”

Her hips raising and lowering in rhythm with the pumping of her fingers in her crotch as she tried to make herself to cum faster.

“Come on sweet pussy…cum now…”

“Oh God…yeah, almost there.”

Her whole body began tensing as she reached approached the peak of her orgasm. Suddenly, the door opened, and the young female clerk gasped in astonishment. Her eyes transfixed on what was happening before her eyes.

“Close the door, dammit.” She thought.

As much as she wanted to stop and save herself from embarrassment, she just couldn’t. She had reached the point of no return, the point at which she was incapable of stopping, no matter how much she wanted to stop, she just couldn’t. Her breathing had become more panting that breathing. She continued diddling her clit furiously, trying to ignore the eyes at the door, yet aware of the heightened erotic feelings she had as a result of being watched.

“Oh…God…not now…not with her watching, please close the door.”

Contractions deep within her pussy began forcing her cum to dribble out of her slit on to the bra beneath her ass. Her whole body spasmed uncontrollably as the orgasmic contractions began deep within her loins. It didn’t matter anymore that she was being watched, she was at the precipice and was at the point of no return, the point at which, no matter what happened she simply couldn’t stop herself from cumming, even if she wanted to.

“OK, watch me cum…go ahead, look at my wet pussy, look at it leak all over your carpet.”

Even though she wished that she had not been seen, she continued. Her hips bucked involuntarily as wave after wave of her orgasm flowed over her entire body. She slowly removed her fingers from her soggy hole, as her spasms subsided. The young lady at the door closed it.

Mary continued to massage her throbbing pussy, luxuriating in the pleasure she was feeling. Her juices had matted her bush to the skin of her mound and labia. Still watching the mirror as her orgasm subsided, she saw the door close.

She reached down and located the wet panties beneath her ass, found a fairly dry spot, and began the task of trying to dry off her pussy as much as possible. Unceremoniously shoving the sodden panties in her purse, she donned her bra, t-shirt, sweat pants, and shoes. She exited the fitting room, flushed as much from masturbating as she was from the embarrassment of having been caught masturbating. She spied the young lady that had opened the door of the fitting room, avoided eye contact, and headed for the cash registers with her purchase. Paying for her purchases, she arrived at the customer service department to retrieve her lingerie, and head back into the mall.

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Hou là! Laregarde!

Elle étourdissait. Il n’y avait pas d’autres mots pour décrire la noire magnifique que stridiait à travers la pelouse vers moi. Ses hanches minces se sont déplacées doucement dans le jeans de Lee palî et ses seins lourds a surgi en dessous de la chemise de soie. Elle a tenu ses sandales dans une main et un sac informatique dans l’autre.

“M’excuser. Vous sont Greg?”

J’étais si a étonné qu’elle m’avait parlé qu’il a pris mon cerveau quelques moments pour traiter les mots. “Euh, er, oui.”

“Grand! Mon nom est Simona, Simona Anders. Vous avez appelé l’aide informatique?”

“Oh!” Maintenant mon cerveau a donné un coup de pied dans l’engrenage. J’avais téléphoné au Syndicat Etudiant, demandant plus tôt s’ils ont su de quelqu’un qui pourrait aider apprend m’Excelle et Accède à. Leur recommandation avait été Anders les Services Informatiques et j’ai appelé, a obtenu un répondeur et part un message. Quelqu’un a rappelé pour dire qu’un des associés me rencontreraient hors de mon PoliSci 101 classent à 11:00am. Et ici elle était, un gros morceau magnifique de chocolat de lait savoureux.

“Oui, j’ai fait.” J’ai souri, me demandant si elle pourrait dire comment nerveux j’étais. “J’ai besoin d’apprendre Excelle et Accède à.”

“Le plan particulier de temps?”

“Pas vraiment. Immédiatement avant cette fin d’année.”

“Bien, cela nous donne quelque temps.” Simona a souri à moi et j’ai suffoqué à la beauté de ses dents blancs contre que la peau sombre. “Avez-vous faim?”

“Toujours!” J’ai ri et elle a fait, aussi.

“Bon. Pourquoi nous ne frappons pas Maxie et commençons un projet de leçon pour vous?”

Passe en haut le déjeuner avec cette belle créature? Vous devez kidding!! “Sûr!”

Par-dessus les sandwichs de club et la bière froide, nous avons parlé. Elle s’est avéré être celui des filles les plus intéressantes je’ d jamais a rencontré. J’ai aimé entendant sa voix et regardant sa face animée. Et elle avait les mains les plus charmantes, clous courtes et manucurées et épais, les doigts de muscled, sans aucun doute de traiter l’ordinateur. Notre conversation a coulé facilement du logiciel à la musique aux activités d’étudiant et j’ai aimé qu’elle était si knowledgable. Nous avons fini le repas avec les tranches de cheesecake de fraise-lacé et de café colombien noir.

“Mmm.” J’ai soupiré, posant mon grande tasse. “J’aime le café noir.”

“Oh, ouais?”

Nous les deux ri. Je ne me suis pas rendu compte que je ferais dit et n’a pas pensé certainement de comment il pourrait être interprété. “Simona, j’espère que vous ne prend pas cette la mauvaise façon, mais êtes-vous occupé ce soir?”

Elle a ri. “Greg, vous devez être désespéré si vous frappez sur un geek informatique!”

“Vous n’êtes pas un ‘geek’ par l’allongement de l’imagination, Simona. Mon camarade de chambre un commandant de Théâtre et il a donné m’étiquète à ce soir l’exécution. J’ai pensé que si vous n’étiez pas occupé, vous aimeriez me joindre.”

Simona a fermé son portable, le rangeant soigneusement dans son sac. “Je toujours ai voulu voirLes Miserables.”

“Alors c’est une date?” J’ai regardé la guerre va sur dans sa face, se demandant pourquoi c’était un tel problème pour elle. “Vous pouvez dire non, Simona.”

“Je pas veux dire non, Greg.” Je n’ai pas prévu de voir les déchirures dans ses yeux. “Il juste cela … “

“Que?”

“C’est été un temps long puisque j’ai été demandé sur une date.”

“Vous sont kidding? Un knockout comme vous?” Comment long quand elle n’a pas répondu à ma tentative à l’humour, je me suis déplacé dans la fin et chuchoté, “Ce-t-il a été?”

“Presque trois années.” Elle a ri tremblamment. “Je devine quand je suis venu à l’université et suis tombé dans l’amour avec les ordinateurs, tout était d’autre secondaire.”

“Si comment d’il?” J’ai caressé hardiment sa main, aimant la sensation de sa peau soyeuse sous mes bouts du doigt. “Nous pouvons diner après … “

“Accord.”

“Bon.”

Nous avons séparé avec une étreinte et moi le feutre aime un courreur Olympique comme j’ai sprinté à ma maison. J’ai dépensé l’heure prochaine traversant chaque article vestimentaire que j’ai possédé, essayant de trouver un équipement parfait. Mon camarade de chambre, John, est entré et tenu, riant dans la porte son âne de.

“Une date?” J’ai hoché et il a ri même plus dur, mettant un bras autour de mes épaules. “Venir et payer la note mon placard. Nous les deux sait beaucoup que vous avez fait les courses ces dernier peu d’années.”

Je l’ai détesté à ce moment, mais il avait raison. Mon extra-argent avait été dépensé sur l’une tour de gigaoctet dans le coin de ma pièce et ses accessoires: la plus grande unité dure, le clavier allumé, le moniteur de plasma … Je devine cela était pourquoi j’ai cliqueté si bien avec Simona. Je toujours avais eu assez d’amies dans l’école secondaire. Mes cheveux blanc-blonds Suédoiss et mes yeux bleus couplés avec un physique du joueur de football s’avaient occupé de cela. Mais mon affaire d’amour bayan escort gaziantep avec l’université avait tué mon dater. Entre les laboratoires de langue et les papiers de recherche, je n’avait pas de temps.

“Accord. Comment regarde-t-je?” John m’a donné un pouces-en haut et j’ai soupiré en relief.

“Elle doit être quelque chose pour vous prendre tant d’ennuie pour obtenir tout ‘gussied en haut’.” Pendant que j’ai ri, John soulevé son sac. “J’ai obtenu pour obtenir aller. Amènerez-vous sa coulisse?”

“Sûr.” J’ai frotté mon menton, faisant semblant d’être une statue de Rodin. “C’est-à-dire si elle n’est pas effrayée d’à cause de mon défectueux!”

“Mon ami” , Il a ri, fermant la porte. “Vous êtes un défectueux!”

J’avais presque deux heures pour attendre et j’ai dépensé la dernière heure devant un ventilateur, essayant désespérément de s’assurer que j’ai fait’ t trempe les aisselles de mon buttondown bleu poussiéreux. J’étais si nerveux! Finalement, j’ai fermé à clef et ai fait ma façon au Hall de Groton, sa résidence et trébuché dans l’entrée comme j’ai vu son attente.

Si j’avais pensé qu’elle était belle avant, j’ai été maintenant convaincu. Epais, les vagues de luxuriant les cheveux noirs ont encadré sa face douce, les yeux ont accentué de façon spectaculaire et ses lèvres quelque ombre de corail. La couleur a égalé sa robe, une couturière’ le rêve de s de soie brossée qui a glissé séduire par-dessus ses courbes cachées et reposé sur ses épaules gracieuses avec les spaghetti sangle. Elle a saisi un gauzy léger emballe dans elle transmet avec une bourse de pillbox en or et a cherché à moi avec les yeux effrayants.

“Hou là.” C’était le seul mot je pourrais respirer comme j’ai transféré à son côté. Elle s’est présentée et j’ai vu du brimming de déchirures dans ses yeux charmants.

“Merci.”

J’ai embrassé sa joue, hésitant un moment pour savourer la chaleur de sa peau et l’odeur qu’elle portait, un mélange exotique de tons florals et épicés qui ont envoyé des froids voyageant par-dessus ma chair. “Vous êtes absolument charmant, Simona.” J’ai ramené en arrière pour examiner ses yeux. “Je suis complètement muet.”

“Greg, vous faites ne doit pas … “

“Veuillez ne pas devoir que? Parle la vérité?” J’ai entouré son menton et ai tourné son dos de face pour creuser. “Je ne peux pas croire que vous soyez ma date!” Elle a souri et j’ai transmis son l’oeillet je ferais acheté au magasin. “Désolé ne ce pas est plus. Je suis calme attend un contrôle de mes parents.”

“Vous ne devez pas demander pardon, Greg. Ceci signifie plus me que les douzaines de roses.”

“Bon.” Je me suis tenu en haut, offrant ma main. “Maintenant, je suggère que nous obtenons aller avant que quelqu’un s’empare de nos places.”

J’ai aidé sa force l’emballe autour de ces belles épaules, résistant l’envie pour tomber un baiser sur sa nuque douce et nous avons apprécié le soir de printemps frais comme nous avons marché au Bâtiment de Théâtre de McIntosh. J’ai promis silencieusement d’embrasser John quand j’ai trouvé que nos places étaient dans le troisième rang, le centre et nous avons réglé dans pour quel était une production merveilleuse. J’ai regardé la face de Simona du coin de mon oeil et mon coeur a frémi à l’émotion j’ai vu son exprès. La confusion, la crainte, l’amour, la tristesse. J’avais vuLes Miz avant que mais c’était comme si je le voyais pour la première fois, par ses yeux.

Quand les lumières sont monté et la distribution a pris des arcs, elle a sauté en haut, donnant une ovation de position de teary, applaudissant foument. “S’allume.“ Je me suis emparé de sa main. “Allons voir mon roomie.”

Nous avons fait un arrêt bref au restroom des dames pour qu’elle pourrait fraîchir en haut et dirigé au secteur de coulisse. John m’a accueilli avec une étreinte d’ours et un sourire, alors jeté un coup d’oeil par-dessus mon épaule pour voir mon Simona doux.

“Est-ceci la dame?”

“C’est en effet. John Gardner, rencontrer Simona Anders, extraordinaire de champion informatique. Simona, rencontrer mon camarade de chambre, John.”

Je regarde la réaction de John comme elle a poussé une main en avant pour secouer sa main. “Agréable pour vous rencontrer.”

“Même ici.” Il a souri. “Greg, vous n’étiez pas kidding quand vous avez dit qu’elle était beau. La seule question est pourquoi elle avec vous?”

Nous avons ri et le souffle a gelé dans ma gorge à l’éclat de son sourire. “J’espère qu’il a un grand coq.”

John a braillé avec le rire et l’a rassemblée dans une étreinte fraternelle. “Je vous aime, Simona.” Il a embrassé sa joue. “S’allume. J’ai obtenu Cabo dans mon vestiaire.”

Le trois de nous sont allés au vestiaire de John, un qu’il a partagé avec deux autres gars: le Parc de Andy qui a joué Javert et Paul Johanssen qui avait joué Marius. Pendant que j’ai aidé John verse le tequila glacé, j’ai regardé le discours de Simona avec les acteurs, jaillissant par-dessus leurs exécutions et parlant cim cif gaziantep escort de la représentation de John de Valjean et une sensation étrange glouglouté dans ma poitrine. C’était la fierté. Elle avait augmenté à la plaque et avait ‘geekdom gauche’ derrière.

“Ici.” J’ai glissé le verre de coup dans sa main, laissant mes doigts traînent comme ils ont caressé sa peau de chocolat. Elle a remarqué et est déplacée son corps plus près me.

“A que devons-nous griller?” Elle a dit enrouément.

“A mon être idiot.” J’ai tinté mon verre avec le sien. “Autrement, je ne vous aurais jamais rencontré.”

Nous avons fixé dans chaque autres yeux pour un moment hypnotisant, a lancé alors le dos d’alcool, suivant avec une tranche de citron de sugared. Simona m’a étonné en tirant m’expédie pour un baiser dont la passion a sucé le souffle de mes poumons. Mon coq grossi dans le tendu limite de mes Dockers, s’est convulsé alors comme sa main a donné il un rapide, mais léger serre.

“Mmm.” Elle a chuchoté. “Je deviner ne doit pas espérer n’importe quel plus.”

Nous un autre couple de coups avec John avant que Anders a suggéré que nous allions à un parti de distribution qui était tenu à son ami’ la maison de s. Simona et je suis allé dehors dans la nuit fraîche pour avoir un souffle d’air frais. Je pourrais’ t garde mes mains de d’elle. Mes bras sont allés autour de sa taille et j’ai tiré son dos contre moi, appuyant un baiser au côté de son cou. Elle a bourdonné dans la reconnaissance.

“Ceci a été la meilleure nuit de ma vie.”

“C’est par-dessus déjà?” J’ai demandé, tirant son plus tendu contre moi.

“Non, pas du tout.” Simona a tourné dans mes bras. “Au moins que je n’espère pas.”

“Pas par un coup long.” Ma bouche a foncé en bas sur le sien et j’ai écrasé son corps succulent contre le mien, dévorer, vouloir devenir la partie d’elle.

Elle a frémi, se déplaçant plus près, la faisant une boucle arme autour de mon cou, suçant ma langue dans sa bouche. “Oh, Greg.”

“Nous ne devons pas aller à ce parti, vous savez.” J’ai courbé pour embrasser son, se perdant encore dans la douceur de ses lèvres et la danse de sa langue contre le mien. “Je peux avoir mon café noir au lit.” Quelque chose dans ce que je ferais dit a glacé l’atmosphère. Elle a terminé le baiser, prenant un dos d’étape de moi, ses yeux questionnant.

“Je sais.” Sa réponse était calme et je le feutre quelque genre d’ascension de mur entre nous. Je me suis demandé que le problème était. Je n’ai jamais obtenu pour demander parce que juste alors, John, Andy et Paul se sont montré et nous avons passé au parti. Et quand j’ai pensé de demandant son encore, elle avait disparu.

*****

Je n’ai pas eu son adresse ou le téléphone numérote si je ne pourrais pas appeler son le lendemain et quand j’ai appelé les Services d’Ordinateur de Anders, une voix agréable qui n’était pas le sien a dit qu’elle n’était pas dans. Je pars un message, doutant qu’elle le retournerait. J’ai été planifié pour avoir une leçon avec son et s’est demandée mercredi si elle montrerait pour il.

Pour le prochain quatre jours, je suis allé aux classes dans un brouillard, se demandant ce qu’a fait une erreur et les nuits fantasment sur sa peau brune souple et la courbe de son cou alléchant. Quand le mercredi est arrivé, j’étais à la bibliothèque une heure pleine première et assise avec mon dos à l’entrée si elle ne verrait pas comment nerveux j’étais sur le point de voir son encore.

“Salut, Greg.”

J’ai cherché dans ses yeux incertains, mon regard glissant en bas à ces lèvres délicieuses. “Bonjour, Simona.”

Elle a glissé dans la chaise, réglant son sac à dos et son sac informatique sur la table. “Etes-vous en le colère contre moi?”

“Gee, Simona, non, je devine c’est bon pour disparaître sur une date!” J’ai sifflé, essayant de maintenir mon sang-froid. “Naw, je suis comme a plu comme frappe pour vous voir!”

Simona était calme pour un moment long. “Je suis désolé, Greg.” Ni de nous a parlé pour les moments inconfortables longs, alors elle s’est tenue. “Si vous êtes intéressé toujours dans l’érudition du logiciel, j’aurai Christine vous donne un appel et vous pouvez arranger une réunion avec elle.”

“Pour que l’est? Vous êtes juste le congé de gonna avec aucune explication?” Elle a pendu sa tête dans le silence. “Je penseau moins mérite cela!” Quand elle n’a pas répondu, il a continué silencieusement, s’emparant de sa main. “Nous avions un tel bon temps, n’est-ce pas?”

Elle déchire était un accompagnement doux à son chuchotement. “Oui.” Elle a reniflé. “C’était trop bon pour être vrai.”

Son choix de mots m’a frappé.Trop bon pour être vrai? J’ai tenu en haut et ai emparé de sa main. “M’est fourni avec.” Elle a reculé au début mais je l’ai forcée à rencontrer mes yeux. “Me fier, Simona. Je jamais ne vous blesserais jamais.”

Simona a semblé dégonfler à mes mots et m’a suivi de la bibliothèque. L’extérieur, je mets mes bras cinsel bilgiler autour de son et nous avons marché dans le silence à mon appartement. John n’était pas à la maison si nous avions l’endroit entier à nous heureusement. J’ai fait’ t sait ce que pour faire mais j’ai senti qu’elle a eu besoin de quelque chose. Peut-être mon attention aiderait.

J’ai glissé le sac et le sac à dos informatique de son épaule et stashed les dans ma pièce. Elle est déplacée s’aime une personne dans le choc, raidement perching sur le bord du divan, elle transmet plié sur ses genoux. J’ai prélevé deux Michelobs du réfrigérateur et celui ai transmis à elle, s’agenouillant à ses pieds. Elle a pris une force longue, streaking de déchirures sa peau parfaite.

“Le quel est, mon miel? Me dire.”

Les déchirures ont dégoutté plus rapide et elle a sucé sur la bouteille de bière encore. Je pose mine et ai glissé ses souliers de tennis et les chaussettes de, massant doucement son pied, prenant extra-le temps pour courir les balles de mes pouces par-dessus son instep. J’ai cherché et ai été enchanté pour voir une expression de félicité sur sa face.Bon. Nous obtenons quelque part. J’ai gardé mes doigts allant, transfère à l’autre pied. Son corps supérieur a relâché un morceau et elle est tombée de retour sur le divan, les yeux toujours fermé.

J’ai continué en haut ses chevilles délicates à ses mollets forts. Là-bas, je devais arrêter parce que son jeans a bloqué ma progression mais je n’ai pas été découragé. J’ai atteint pour sa main et ai commencé à masser les doigts trapus, travaillant la tension hors. Elle a pris une autre boisson longue, alors pose la bouteille. Avec les yeux hantés, elle m’a offert son autre main. Je l’ai pris, fermement et silencieusement massant doucement, tout l’en examinant ses yeux.

“Il a dit la chose pareille me la nuit il ma violé.”

Mon sang a couru le froid. Je l’ai prise deux transmet dans la mine et a déplacé vers le haut à côté d’elle sur le divan. Je suis resté silencieux comme l’histoire a renversé hors. Elle la première danse d’étudiant de première année, elle avait rencontré un gars, un ainé. Elle ne pourrait pas s’amener même dire son nom. Je le feutre que mes joues chauffent dans la colère. Il l’a dite de ce grand parti à travers le campus et lui a demandé d’aller avec lui. Elle avait été si excitée. Elle a dit avidement qu’elle aimerait aller mais elle a voulu obtenir quelque café parce qu’elle était un petit sur le côté bu.

A mi-chemin là-bas, il l’a tirée dans un fourré profond de buissons et l’a violée sauvagement. Elle n’était pas a trouvé jusqu’ au lendemain. Son père était un homme important dans la communauté et l’incident entier a été enterré, beaucoup de comme il avait été enterré avec émotion pour elle. La partie de moi feutre extrêmement fâché mais l’autre partie était heureuse qu’elle avait pu partager ceci avec moi. Si je n’avais pas été sûr, j’ai su immédiatement que je l’ai aimée.

“Cela est pourquoi je me suis sauvé.” Elle a fini, ses lèvres inférieures tremblant comme une autre attaque de déchirures menacées. “Il le feutre si bon avec vous. Si la droite, que j’avais peur.” Elle s’est arrêtée. “Et alors vous avez dit qu’il a dit … et je juste … Je juste … “

Je l’ai tirée dans mes bras comme trois années de déchirures sont venues l’inondation d’elle. Elle a sangloté dans sérieux, son corps entier tremble. Je lui ai roucoulé, smoothing ses cheveux et donnant son un léger serre chaque peu de minutes. Finalement, dix minutes plus tard, l’orage s’avait baissé et elle a posé moument dans mon étreinte, hiccupping chaque peu de minutes. Il a pris son un autre dix se composer et assied en haut, essuyant sa face avec un tissu je ferais donné elle, évitant mes yeux.

“Je suis désolé, Greg. Je n’ai pas signifié pour décharger sur vous comme cela.”

“C’est bon.” J’ai frotté son dos doucement. “Il a eu besoin de sortir.”

“Ouais, mais pas comme cela!” Elle a ri nerveusement, a tourné alors ces beaux yeux me. “Je mieux obtient aller.”

“Simona,” J’ai touché sa main. “Resteriez-vous ici avec moi?” Elle m’a regardé d’un air absent. “Vous pouvez avoir le lit. Je dormirai ici sur le divan.” J’ai touché sa joue. “Je ne peux pas sonder juste l’a pensé de vous seul ce soir. Pas après ceci.”

“Cela est très agréable de vous, Greg, mais je serai juste l’amende.”

Mon coeur a cogné dans ma poitrine. J’ai gardé la pensée de ce qu’elle ferait m’a dit. De mon Simona doux étant brutalisé. De mon Simona charmant est gauche dans un torticolis pour mort. De mon Simona léger habitant une demi-vie, son âme déchirée dans les brins. “Vous pourriez être, mais je ne ferai pas.”

J’ai espéré qu’elle ait vu la sincérité dans mes yeux. “Accord. Je resterai.” Elle m’a donné un sourire tremblant. “Mais pourrions-nous regarder le télé pour un instant?”

“Sûr.”

Je mets mon bras autour de son et elle a posé de retour contre moi. Les heures plus tard, quand elle ferait s’est endormie, je me suis permis finalement pleurer.

*****

Simona avait paru si paisible sur le divan que j’ai plissé mon consolateur autour de son et part son dormir. John a erré dans et j’avais quelques mots avec lui, rien beaucoup de, mais il a dit qu’il était heureux de voir Simona ici. J’ai enlevé mes vêtements et ai glissé dans mon lit, appartenir à un sommeil sans rêves jusqu’à ce que je le feutre une main douce sur mon épaule.

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“Do it, baby! Cum for Mommy.” “I’m cumming!” I shouted as I shot rope after rope of thick cum all over my mom’s tits. “Me too!” she moaned, “I’m cumming too.” After I squeezed out the last drop of cum, I looked down at my mom’s cum-covered tits and laughed. “What?” my mom asked, confused. I pointed at her tits, and said, “Who looks like a glazed donut now?” We both laughed and then cleaned ourselves off with a towel. We then got under the covers and my mom pulled my arm around her and I cupped her breast as we took a nap while spooning naked. Part 8I woke up about an hour later with a raging hard-on. My mother was still sleeping peacefully next to me. Her bald pussy was on full display as she slept on her stomach.I wanted to bury my cock deep inside of her but I chose restraint and climbed out of bed instead.As I walked out into the living room I locked eyes with Jenny who was standing there in the nude.“Did you have a nice nap?” she asked me and then looked down at my hard cock, “It sure looks like you did.”Jenny looked at me for a moment while thinking about her next words carefully.“I told you that you need to take care of yourself whenever the need arises. Please go back to your room and take care of that for me,” she said sweetly but without room for argument.“I can’t do that in the same room as my mom,” I lied.“Is she awake?”“No, but…”“Then she’ll never know. Run along now.”I turned and walked back to my room. Normally my hardness would have subsided during a conversation such as that one, but the idea of masturbating over my sleeping mother kept me hard.As I entered my room, I noticed that my mom had rolled over onto her back and her legs were parted slightly. I took another step forward and grabbed my cock.I stroked my cock slowly as I admired my mom’s nude body.Just then I felt a hand wrap around my cock from behind and I heard Jenny whisper in my ear, “I thought you might need a hand.”I let Jenny stroke my cock and nibble on my ear.“Your mom is very sexy. Did you know that?” she whispered.“Yes,” I said quietly.“Just look at that beautiful pussy,” she said, as she started walking forward, pushing me along with her.We stopped when we reached the foot of the bed, directly between my mom’s spread legs. Jenny squeezed and stroked my cock harder.I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into Jenny’s shoulder.“Open your eyes, look at that inviting pussy,” Jenny said in my ear, “What would you like to do to a pussy like that?”“I’d like to fuck it,” I moaned.“You want to fuck that pussy? That sexy wet pussy?”“Yes.”“You want to fuck your mom’s sexy wet pussy?”Jenny reached around and fondled my balls with her other hand.“What if I told you that I could make that happen? Would you let me watch while you fucked your mother?”“Yes!” I moaned loudly as I shot my load.My strong orgasm sent my cum across the bed landing directly on my mom’s cunt.Jenny slowed her stroking until she had drained my balls completely. She wiped the last drop of cum off of my cock with her fingertip and then placed it in her mouth and sucked it off with a smack.“Good job. Run along now while I clean up this mess,” Jenny instructed.I walked to my door, opened it, and stepped outside. I turned to pull the door closed behind me and saw Jenny had crawled onto the bed and was moving her mouth toward my mother’s pussy.I closed the door fully before my brain had registered what it had just seen but now it was too late to see anymore.I cursed at myself for closing the door so quickly. I sulked back to the kitchen in search of something to eat. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and took a seat at the kitchen table. I sat in a chair that had a karataş escort view of the hallway to my room.I watched the empty hallway trying to picture what was happening inside my room while wishing I was in there too.I had just about finished eating my cereal when I saw someone step out of my room. It was Jenny. She made her way down the hall toward me. When she was close enough for clear eye contact, she gave me a wink and a smile and continued toward her room.I continued watching the hall, waiting for my mother to exit my room, but I saw something else entirely.I saw Johnny step out of the closet that was next to my room. He peeked his head out slowly and looked down the hallway in both directions. Thinking he had gone undetected, he darted out of the closet and into his room located directly opposite the closet.I began to wonder immediately what he was doing in there. Given his history of peeping, it didn’t take me long to conclude his intentions.I decided to do some investigating to see what I could find. I rose from my seat and made my way down the hall. The bedroom doors were closed so I opened the closet door.Nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at me. It looked just like any other hallway closet. There were towels and bedding on the shelves. In the corner was a broom, a vacuum, and a step stool.I knew I must be missing something so I turned on the light, stepped inside, and closed the door. I checked the walls, especially the wall that was shared with my bedroom but found nothing.Figuring that I had not found out why Jonny had been in here, I decided to leave the closet for now, and investigate further when the house was not so busy.I poked my head out of the closet and closed the door behind me when I saw that the coast was clear. I made my way back to the kitchen and cleaned my cereal bowl.As soon as I finished cleaning there was a knock at the door. I stood in the kitchen, frozen in place. I didn’t know what to do. It was not my house and I was naked.I waited a minute for someone else to answer the door. There was a second knock and no one else showed.I approached the front door and without opening it I spoke loudly through the door, “Hello?”I hoped the visitor had left when a woman’s voice on the other side responded, “Special delivery.”I cracked the door open and peeked around the door. There stood a beautiful young blond woman with large tits.She was holding a medium-sized package and an electronic signature device. Her delivery truck could be seen in front of the house.“Good afternoon. I need a signature from a Miss Jenny, or any adult in the house. Can you sign for me please?”“Umm, I don’t live here, and I don’t have any clothes on at the moment,” I squeaked out.“That’s okay, as long as you are legally on the property, you can sign for acceptance. And as for the other thing, I don’t mind if you don’t. You’d be surprised how often that happens. I can step inside and close the door if you’re worried about the neighborhood seeing you.”I backed the door open further, staying behind it, inviting her inside.  She stepped over the threshold and pulled the door closed, revealing my nakedness to her prying eyes.She looked down at my exposed cock immediately and smiled, “I don’t know why you were hiding, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of.”Just then Jenny walked into the room. She was still naked and unabashed about it, “Who’s your new friend, Steve?”“She has a package that needs to be signed for,” I replied.“Hello, ma’am. I’m Lisa, and Steve is correct. I need a signature for this package.”“No problem,” she said, as she stepped closer karkamış escort and took the signature pad from Lisa, “Oh my, look at you!”I went wide-eyed wondering what Jenny would say next.“You look overheated working outside in this heat. Can I get you a glass of lemonade or offer you a dip in our pool?”“As tempting as your pool sounds, I think I’ll just accept the lemonade. I need to finish my deliveries.”Jenny started walking to the kitchen and Lisa followed. I reached out to take the box from her.Lisa took another glance at my cock before smiling at me, giving me a wink, and then handing me the box.I followed Lisa and found myself looking at her ass as she walked in front of me. When we made it to the kitchen I set the box down on the counter and took a step back. I immediately noticed what Lisa had seen.The excitement of the situation had caused the blood to flow to my cock, causing it to grow in size and harness.Jenny and Lisa had made their way around the counter while I remained on the side with my back to the living room.Jenny handed Lisa a glass of ice-cold lemonade. After she took a couple of sips she set the glass on the counter and then unbuttoned all four buttons on her polo shirt revealing her ample cleavage.Jenny and I looked on in anticipation of her next move. She picked up her lemonade and ran the glass across her cleavage allowing the condensation to cool her warm tits.Lisa closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She had to know the effect she was having on Jenny and me until I noticed Jenny was no longer looking at Lisa.Jenny had turned her attention to the living room but didn’t say a word. I turned to see what she was looking at and saw my mom standing in the living room, naked, stretching her arms into the air.She hadn’t seen Lisa because I was blocking her view until I turned to look at her.My mom let out a sudden shriek and attempted to cover herself, “Who is that?” she gasped.Lisa’s eyes shot open and looked at my mom’s gorgeous nude body.Jenny responded quickly and calmly, “This is Lisa and she is going to join us in the pool as soon as she’s done with her deliveries.”Jenny then looked at Lisa, and said, “Isn’t that right?”Lisa paused for a moment and then said, “I don’t know. Steve seems to have his hands full already.”Just then Johnny emerged from his room, and asked, “What’s with all the commotion? I was trying to take a nap.”Lisa looked at Johnny and then said to us, “Boy, this house is full of naked bodies. I guess one more won’t hurt. I’ll finish my route and come right back. Should be back in about an hour.”Lisa hustled out the door without assistance as Johnny looked at us with a confused expression.“Party starts in an hour,” Jenny announced, as she turned and opened the refrigerator, “I’ll prepare some hors d’oeuvres.”I made my way to take a shower because I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit patiently as an hour slowly passed by. I took my time in the shower and even rubbed one out to hopefully avoid any premature erections.I managed to distract myself for the next hour and a half. I heard the doorbell ring and made my way into the living room. Jenny had opened the door and Lisa was walking through it carrying a large bottle of Patrón tequila.We made eye contact and Lisa smiled at me. She lifted the bottle of Patrón and said, “Who wants a shot?”I was only wearing a towel wrapped around my waist and could not hide the immediate bulge that formed when I saw Lisa.  She wearing a white and pink polka-dot bikini.Her top did little to cover the flesh of her tits and her skin appeared silky and smooth.Jenny’s outfit was even kilis escort sexier. She wore a black one-piece that looked more like a bikini with all the flesh that was exposed. She finished off her outfit with a long black lace coverup robe. Her outfit looked more like lingerie than a swimsuit.“I do,” I responded.“I don’t think we have any shot glasses,” Jenny said.“That’s okay, I know how to improvise. Do you have limes and salt?” asked Lisa.“Yes. Steve, please take Lisa out to the pool and I will bring them out.”“Follow me,” I said.I led Lisa out to the backyard still wearing nothing but a towel.“Would you like a shot,” she asked me.“Sure, but we don’t have any glasses.”“That’s okay, I can pour it straight in.”Sounds scary but I agreed. She opened the bottle and approached me.“Lean your head back and open your mouth.”I felt her breast press against my chest as she lifted the bottle over my head. I was slightly taller than her so she struggled to aim the bottle over my mouth. Looking back on it now, I probably should have crouched down, but things worked out for the best.I closed my eyes as she began to tip the bottle. I felt the flow of tequila against my tongue and mouth. She had better aim than I had imagined.However, my mouth was filling up quickly and she was not stopping. I had to shut my mouth as liquor continued to pour down my chin and down the front of me.“Oops. Sorry about that,” Lisa said, “Let me get that.”I looked down and saw that my chest and hers wear covered in tequila. Lisa grabbed my towel and pulled it off my waist.“Oh my gosh, I didn’t know you were naked. I’m sorry.”“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” I reassured her.Lisa smiled and pressed the towel against my chest. She slowly moved it in circles while looking seductively into my eyes.My cock began to inflate slightly giving it a larger look which was fine by me.After a minute of rubbing, Lisa stepped back to admire her work, or the view. She then pressed the towel to her tits and tried to dry them. Her bathing suit had absorbed most of the spilled liquor and the only effect her rubbing had was making her nipples hard.She looked at her wet top and hard nipples and then looked at me, “I guess it’s no use, it will dry better in the sun.”I thought she was going to go lay in the sun but instead, she reached behind her back and pulled on the string of her bikini top. Her top came loose and she pulled it up over her head and sat it down in the fading sunlight.“That’s much better,” she said.Lisa laid my towel across one of the recliners and sat on the edge. She held the bottle out to me, and said, “Do you want to return the favor and pour me a shot?”My cock continued to grow in length and thickness but not enough to rise. It helped me grow my confidence as well and I walked over to Lisa, stood right in front of her, and took the bottle out of her hand.My cock was near right in front of Lisa’s face and she used the opportunity to look at it unabashedly.“Open wide,” I said.Lisa put her hands on my hips, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back slightly. She then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out of her mouth about half an inch.It was not lost on me or my cock that it looked like Lisa was ready to receive my hardening cock into her mouth and part of me was tempted to do just that. My cock finally started to rise at the thought.I opened the bottle and held it over her head, “Ready?”“Uh-huh,” she replied, with her mouth still open. I tilted the bottle and imagined that it was my cum spraying into her mouth as the liquor splashed down.My cock pointed halfway out as it had not reached full hardness yet. Lisa nodded her head slightly and I stopped pouring. She closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she tilted her head back down and opened her eyes.She looked at my cock which was looking right back at her with one eye. With her hands still on my hips she said, “Looks like you enjoyed that almost as much as me. But now I need something to chase the shot down with.”

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NOTE: This chapter includes anal-play and analingus, which isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. This is a fairly long read, so if this offends please skip this chapter

————-Part 5: ¦ THE OFFICE (Chloe comes home) ¦ ————-

Chloe said she would be back home on the 5th. We had been in pretty close contact while she was out of state, but this would be the first time I had seen her in about six-months.

It was almost three-weeks since I had played ‘Truth or Dare’ with Cindy, and I hadn’t seen or spoken with her since then because I was scared of calling her house, and I was feeling pretty guilty about taking advantage of her innocence. However, this didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her constantly… I was actually looking more forward to seeing Cindy than her older sister.

I was working when her plane was to arrive, so I ran up to her house as soon as I got off work. It looked like no one was home, but Cindy answered the door when I knocked. She flashed a big smile and stepped in for a hug- I stepped back a little and asked “Where is everybody?”

“They went out to pick up Chloe at the airport. They should be back soon.” she replied, looking a bit disappointed.

“So, no one else is here?” I asked, stepping inside.

“Nope, just you and me and the dog.” she said, looking at me strangely… trying to size me up.

I closed the door behind me, and stepped forward and grabbed her in my arms. Cindy hugged me tightly and looked up to me, with those beautiful innocent eyes, “You haven’t called… I missed you.”

“I have been kinda scared to call. I think your dad is suspicious of… I think he might know… something. But don’t think you haven’t been on my mind… like constantly”. I was still hugging her, and thinking back on that night triggered an erection. My hands fell to her little butt, and I pulled her closer so she could feel my dick growing. She smiled and reached up to my shoulders, and stepping on her tiptoes she opened her mouth for a kiss.

We heard the garage door opening. They were home. We broke apart immediately, and jumped to separate corners of the entry. Cindy looked down at the bulge in my pants. “You might want to hide that thing”, she said with a nervous laugh.

I ran into the bathroom before they came in from the garage. I could hear them in the hallway, laughing and celebrating Chloe’s arrival. “Is Jeff here? I saw his car outside”, I could hear Chloe say.

“Yeah, he’s in the bathroom,” Cindy said, “It’s so nice to have you home! I’ve missed you!”

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, just for cover. When I came out, Chloe gave me a big hug and a kiss, but she let go faster than I expected. I hadn’t seen her in six-months and she hugged me like I we had just seen each other earlier that day. Her mom gave me a hug too, and her dad gave me an enthusiastic handshake, but his grip was tighter and the smile on his face was more stern than usual.

I snuck a glance at Cindy, and she noticed it too. She turned and looked blankly down the hall.

Everyone sat down around the breakfast nook, Chloe to my right, Cindy on my left, with their mom and dad across the table. Chloe told us all about her college life, her friends, her classes, and how much fun she was having. She jumped up and ran to answer the phone, and her mom and dad asked how I was doing. The conversation dragged on at the table as Chloe talked on the phone, laughing and sometimes whispering. It was only a few minutes after she returned that the phone rang again, and Chloe jumped up again to answer.

Same thing… It was awkward, and everyone felt it. Cindy put her hand on my leg, more as a comforting gesture as compared to flirting. Her mom commented, “She has a lot of friends she hasn’t seen in a long time”, trying to be reassuring, but the fact that she hasn’t seen me either hung in the air.

I excused myself from the table, “I need to get back. I’ve got a pretty strict deadline to meet at work.”

Cindy walked me to the front door. She was visibly angry, “She can be such a… “, shaking her head as her words drifted off. She gave me a hug and whispered, “I miss you. I was hoping we could all cuddle on the couch tonight”, but we both knew those days were over.

I whispered, “Call me when you get a chance.”; my number was in the family’s phone book. She smiled and nodded as I walked out the door.

A car pulled up as I was walking out to my car. A friend from high school got out, and looked a bit startled as he saw me. “Hey Jeff! I came over to see Chloe… are you still seeing her?”

“Not really… have fun”, is all I could manage to say as I walked past him.

Chloe called me later that night but I didn’t answer.

———————— Cindy’s call ————————

I was briefly home in the afternoon, between classes and work, when Cindy called. “Jeff! Finally… I wanted to call earlier but either my parents were here, or Chloe was.” She was alone, but was still speaking quietly, “Is this a good time? Can you talk?”

I was overjoyed to hear her, “Yes… now is a perfect time. I’m not headed to work for another hour.”

“I’m really sorry about the other night. She was so rude to you. I was hoping we could hang out for a while.”

Just hearing her voice got my heart racing. She was so sweet, and she actually cared about my feelings. “How are you doing? I miss you. Did you just get home from school? So, are you still wearing your school uniform?”

Cindy attended a Catholic girls school that required she wear a uniform; white blouse, plaid skirt, the whole deal. This prompted constant teasing from her older sister who went to a public high school, like me.

“Yeah, I just got home. I haven’t changed yet. I hate having to wear this”, she replied.

Doesn’t she realize how hot she looks in that outfit? “You look so sexy in that uniform… you have no idea.”

“I think I look like a dork in it… you really like it?”

“I love it. I may like your nightshirt a little more, but that uniform is a close second.”

Cindy laughed at my flirting, “I want to see you”, she said in a sad tone.

“I want to see you too, but I certainly can’t come up to your house. Did you see the look your dad gave me? And I really don’t want to run into Chloe.”

Cindy was still talking quietly, “Maybe you could pick me up from school some time? Or I could ride my bike over to your house, or your office?”

The office… I’m allowed to work evenings there while I’m attending the university, and no one is there after 5:00. “The office would be great, if that’s not too far for you.”

She laughed, adıyaman escort “You forgot I rode over 300-miles last year on the school bike trip.”

I heard her gasp, “Someone’s home! I gotta go!”

I was able to spit out, “Call my office number anytime after 5:30. The number’s in the book”, before she hung up.

I worked every night that week, but it wasn’t until Friday that the phone rang.

“Hi Stace! Are you around tonight? …Great! …is it okay if I ride over? …No, I can’t stay the night tonight…”

I laughed at her plotting, “Stace? …Yes! …Are you sure you can’t spend the night?”

Cindy laughed, “Okay… I’ll be over in a bit”, and she hung up.

I could feel my heart beating faster as I checked everything around the office. I had been thinking about this non-stop since she called earlier in the week. I had brought a few things down to work, a blanket, a pillow, lube, and some condoms, although I couldn’t imagine how I could ever get my 8″ cock inside her tiny pussy… condom or not.

Okay… I could definitely imagine it… in fact, I had been beating my dick raw over the past week imagining exactly that. I was going mad thinking about working my thick cock into her tiny body.

After the way Chloe treated me, my lust for her little sister became even stronger. However, it wasn’t revenge sex I wanted. I truly loved Cindy and I didn’t want to steal her innocence from her. I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I didn’t want to be the one who took her sweet virginity. She was too young, I couldn’t even take her on any respectable dates, or court her in any fashion… but I found her irresistible. I was going slightly mad over it.

———————— The Office ————————

I paced the office and watched the street for her, and the moment I saw her bike I ran down to let her in, “Quick, come inside. This is a pretty busy street… we don’t want anyone seeing you here.”

I picked up her bike and carried it into the small storeroom downstairs. “Come on, I’ll show you my office”, and led her to the bottom of the stairs. I let her go first… she was wearing her school uniform, and I strained to look up her skirt as she climbed the stairs. Watching her beautiful bare legs and her little bubble butt in that skirt immediately sent a surge of blood to my dick. I led her into my office, a large room with a number of desks and tables. I knew she could be seen by the cars driving by, so I guided her to the back of the room, out of sight. I walked over to the window to look down to the parking lot to make sure nobody else was there. Other than my car, the lot was empty.

I turned around, “It looks like we are alone.” I looked her up and down, “You wore your school uniform! I can’t imagine riding your bike in that can be easy, and I thought you hated it.”

“You said you liked it. I want to look good for you”, she replied with a smile. “I ride to school sometimes like this, so I just tuck the front of the skirt between my legs to prevent me from flashing everyone.”

I smiled, “I would be following you on that bike for miles, just in hopes that you might flash me.”

“Like this?” and she lifted her skirt so I could see her white panties.

“Oh My God… you need to be careful. You are every man’s fantasy. Seriously, you can’t imagine how many men, besides me, would want to have their way with you, especially in that outfit.”

She smiled, “Have their way with me? You mean like the other night? I think I might enjoy that, at least with you. That was amazing.”

I laughed, “That was more than amazing… I have not been able to get it out of my head. But I would never hurt you. I would never do anything that you didn’t want me to do. There are other men who aren’t so nice… who might hurt you. Please be careful.”

“I trust you. I like that I don’t have to be careful with you. And I like that I have this effect on you”, pointing to my crotch.

I looked down and my arousal was pretty evident. My swollen dick was hanging down the right leg of my pants and was trying to lift up, and there was a very visible wet spot at the tip. I was wearing lightweight khakis; probably a bad choice.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Especially after that night. You drive me crazy.”

She smiled, “Don’t be sorry. I love it. I take it as a compliment. No one has ever made me feel as attractive, desirable, like you do.”

“You are extremely attractive, and I have never desired anyone as much as I want you. That night was truly the best, most erotic sex I have ever had. It was unbelievable. I’m sorry I was so rough with you… I kinda lost my mind.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry. I loved everything you did… everything. Was that really the best you’ve had? Even with Chloe? I mean… we didn’t even…”

“Yes… absolutely the best. My heart is racing right now just thinking about it”

“How did you learn to do that with your mouth… your tongue? That was amazing”, she repeated.

“That is sweet of you to say… I’m sure I could do better with your guidance. I have read a bunch on techniques, but I think practice is the best way. There were some articles I read that taught me some tricks to hit your G-Spot, but you are too tight for my fingers to reach that, at least from the front…”

“I’m sorry I’m so small. I wish… I… I wish I could… I’ve heard about that spot…

What do you mean ‘from the front’… do you mean you could reach it… um… from my… from the back?”

I smiled at her, “Well, I would certainly love to try. It’s something I read about. Not sure if it would work, or if you would enjoy it… but I know I would.” I could feel my dick growing just talking about sex with her.

“I’ve never been able to talk to anyone so openly like this. Communication is everything when it comes to sex. You have to tell your partner what you like, and what you don’t like.”

Cindy looked like she was in deep thought, “I would love to experiment. Did Chloe like it when you… um… you licked my… um…”

I laughed a little, “That was the first time I ever did that. I never really wanted to before.”

Cindy looked surprised, “Doesn’t that gross you out? I’ve never heard of anyone doing that.”

“There is nothing about you that grosses me out. I am very oral, and I loved doing that with you. That was about as intimate as I could get with you. You are beautiful… sexy as hell, top to bottom.”

She giggled, and repeated my word, “bottom”.

“I hope it didn’t gross you out, or make you uncomfortable.” She shook her head and smiled, turning akkent escort a little red.

She looked back down at the bulge in my pants, “Do you want to see my tan line?”. She lifted her skirt again, and pulled the front of her panties down, exposing her pale panty line and a little bit of her sparse bush.

My dick jumped seeing this, and I felt a large drop of precum come out the end.

“Dammit, Cindy… you are going to kill me. Or at least ruin my pants.”

She laughed and pointed at my pants again. My dick was straining at the material, and the wet spot at the head was huge, and was starting to run down the leg.

“Am I in trouble? I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable. Are you going to punish me? Do I need a spanking?”

She turned around and bent over, her plaid skirt hiking up so I could almost see her panties. She looked back and watched me adjust my dick.

“God Dammit… you are doing this on purpose. I think you just might deserve some punishment…”

She bent further forward, reached back and lifted her skirt up over her waist so her cute little butt and white panties were in full view. She rested her weight on her forearms on the desk against the back wall, and started swinging her ass side to side.

“Oh, please, Mr. Bentsen… please don’t spank me. I’ll be a good girl… I promise.”

She was really enjoying screwing with me. But I was hard as a rock. I had never seen Cindy act this way; she was very confident and totally in control.

I played along, “Well, Cindy, if you do what I say, I might let you off with just a small spanking, and I might not tell your parents.”

She replied, quite dramatically, “I’ll do anything Mr. Bentsen… just don’t tell my parents.”

“Pull those panties down. I want to see that cute little butt.”

Cindy reached back with both hands and slowly pulled her panties down over her little bubble butt, and down to her knees, “Like this, Mr. Bentsen?” She then slowly bent over further and pulled them completely off, over her shoes. She stayed bent in half like this, holding onto her ankles and looked back and smiled at my shocked expression, “Gymnastics”.

This was too much, and threw me right over the edge. I walked over and dropped to my knees behind her. I ran my hands up the backside of her legs, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs, and up over her pale ass. I grabbed both sides of her butt and spread her cheeks apart. Her lips separated, and her tiny pussy opened up… dripping wet but still only the size of my pinky finger. Still holding her spread open, I brought my face close to her and licked the drip of her lube that was running down her lips. She flinched when my tongue hit her little button, then she moved her feet apart and arched her back so I had better access. Pulling my head back, I took in the sight of her spread open for me, her tiny pussy open for my tongue, her little pink asshole exposed.

I pushed my face into her box, my nose pressing into her ass, and my tongue pushing into her tiny little pussy… actually, too tiny to get my tongue in very far. I had played with a number of girls in earlier years, virgins who were younger than Cindy, but I had never touched a pussy so small. I couldn’t reach her hymen with my tongue, but her opening was so small I could still only get the tip of my tongue inside her.

I pulled away and took a long lustful look at her while holding her cheeks spread apart, “My God, you are so fucking hot.”

I picked her up and laid her on her back on the desk, pulled her legs up and asked her to hold them there. She was incredible – innocent and obscene at the same time… holding her knees up close to her shoulders, her plaid skirt flipped up so her tiny pussy and ass were exposed, shoes and socks still on.

I pulled over the desk chair and sat down, placed my hands on her thighs, and started running my tongue up and down her open lips and little button, “Tell me if I do something you like, or don’t like.”

“That feels pretty good so far…”, she said with a giggle and a small gasp. I tried sliding my tongue further inside her again, with little success, so I concentrated on her little button, and her body shook at the contact. I slid my index finger inside her… but it came to a halt before my second knuckle. I started sliding it in and out of her, hoping her little opening would relax, but she pushed my hand away after only a few strokes.

“I’m sorry… I really like what you’re doing, but that kinda hurts a little.”

I went back to her clit, working my tongue around and sucking her button.

“Maybe you could try that thing with my G-Spot… you were talking about… from the back?”

…holy shit. I never expected her to be okay with that suggestion

“Really? I would love to… just let me know if it hurts, or if you don’t like it.”

I moved my hands down and spread her cheeks apart and gently licked around her ass with the flat part of my tongue, to soften and unclench her. Once I felt her ass relax I licked over the center and pressed harder with my tongue… I could feel her little butthole open up, and I slid the tip of my tongue inside. It tightened at first, then started to relax again as I slid my tongue in and out. After several strokes with my tongue, her ass relaxed and opened more. I drove my tongue into her as far as it would reach… pulled it out a bit, and back in deep… her asshole expanding with each thrust, again and again until it stayed open even when I pulled my tongue out.

I pulled my head back and looked up at Cindy. She was staring at me wide-eyed… a look of shock on her face.

“I am just trying to relax you. Does it hurt?”

“No… I just… I wasn’t expecting that. It feels weird… I think I like it, but I… I’m kinda self conscious.”

I looked back at her ass and it was still gaping open, about twice as large as her tiny pussy.

“Don’t be self conscious. I am absolutely loving this… you are so fucking sexy. And I love your ass. I love the way it reacts… the way it opens and closes on my tongue.”

With this she closed her eyes and laid her head back.

Sliding my tongue into her ass again, it tightened a little, then quickly relaxed and opened up further.

I grabbed the lube and poured some on the fingers of my right hand, and some into her open ass. It clenched a little from the cold, but still gaped open. I slid my right index finger slowly into her ass, and went back to licking her clit… her body jerked and her ass tightened down on my finger. The warmth and feeling gaziantep anal yapan escort of the smooth sides of the inner part of her canal was incredible.

“Is that okay?”

Cindy jerked a little more, then her anus relaxed on my probing finger, “Uh… I… uhh… yeah… that feels good.”

I rotated my hand and started stroking the top side of her canal, curling my finger back in a ‘come hither’ motion. I was hoping the pressure would reach her G-Spot through the thin membrane between her vagina and rectum… by her reaction it was working.

I increased the pressure with my finger, wiggled it side to side, and slid it in and out of her ass, while I licked her pussy. Her clit was engorged, and my face was getting soaked from the lube leaking from her little slit. The more I played with her asshole, the more it relaxed and opened up to my probing. I pulled my index finger out slightly, then added my middle finger, gently sliding both into her asshole.

“Does that hurt?”

She said nothing, but shook her head quickly… her eyes still closed, her rapid breathing increasing.

I stroked her ass with my fingers, curling them alternately against the upper wall, like my fingers were trying to walk further into her. Her older sister loved this when I went down on her, except this time I was stroking deep in Cindy’s asshole. The more I played with and probed her ass, the more it relaxed and opened, until I was pretty sure I could get more than just my fingers inside of her.

“Whoa… that feels… oh my god…”, Cindy grabbed my head and pulled my mouth in harder against her. “Oh My God… That feels Good… Keep doing that! You’re gonna make me Cum! Ohhh… God… Jeff…” Her body started shaking and her ass dilated further as she started to climax. I roughly fucked her ass with my two fingers and sucked greedily on her pussy… she bucked against my mouth and fingers and arched her back, “OH MY GOD!… OH… fuck… ohh… JEFF!!…” Her body convulsed violently for 15 or 20 seconds as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm.

Cindy’s body finally stopped shaking and fell back onto the desk, her hands fell from my head, her chest heaving with deep breaths. I gently slid my fingers out of her ass, and her body flinched as I pulled my mouth from her swollen pussy, like she was getting small electric shocks.

She was out of breath, “Oh my God, Jeff… that was wild. I’ve never had an orgasm like that. That was crazy… amazing… it felt deeper and stronger than I ever… was that a G-Spot thing?”

“I would think so… I was certainly trying to reach that. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No… not at all. It was weird at first… you know, when you started playing with my… my bum… but then… wow.”

Her face flipped to a look of concern. “Once again you didn’t get to enjoy yourself.”

I laughed, “Um, I was definitely enjoying myself. That was sexy as hell. I don’t always have to cum.”

“Well, maybe I could help you cum. I feel really bad I’m so small we can’t make love. Maybe you could teach me how to give a blowjob? Or… maybe anal?”

My jaw dropped when she said this, “Anal? Are you serious? I thought you never heard of that.”

“No… I said I never heard of anyone licking down there. My friend said anal was a great way of having sex without losing your virginity, and you can’t get pregnant either. I thought it was nasty when I first heard about it, but I don’t anymore… especially after what we just did. What you just did… That was amazing…”

I was stunned. I couldn’t imagine my sweet Cindy suggesting such a thing… but my heart was suddenly beating out of my chest and my dick was

The sound of the door slamming downstairs shot adrenaline and fear into us both. I threw myself to my feet and literally picked Cindy up and threw her and the pillow under a desk, and pushed a chair up to hide her. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I ran over and sat down at my desk, inching up close to hide my erection and wet pants.

Ken came around the corner, “Hey, Jeff, working late again?” My heart was pounding, but I was able to spit out, “Hi Ken, yeah.. I gotta get the materials for the GE job on order first thing tomorrow. Can’t be late on that one.” I looked over to the desk where Cindy was hiding, and you couldn’t see much. But my heart stopped when I saw her panties on the floor a couple of feet away. The lube was still on the top of the desk, top open.

Ken was the top salesman there, and sharp as hell. We got along well, but I didn’t want him to know anything he could hold against me.

He turned and walked towards his office, “I need to grab some files for a huge proposal I’m working on.”

Everything was always “huge” with Ken.

I focused on the papers on my desk, my heart beating through my chest, sweat breaking across my face. Keep cool, Jeff…

Ken headed back downstairs, “Don’t work too late… you should be out having fun with some young beautiful girl, instead of working here at night…”

I heard a giggle under the desk.

I waited until Ken’s car left the lot before I moved. “Holy shit… that was too fucking close.”

Cindy scooted out from under the desk, laughing until she saw her panties on the floor. She gasped, “Oh My God, did he see those?”

“I don’t think so… Don’t worry about Ken… he’s cool”, I said, trying to convince myself and slow my heartbeat.

“Oh, Geese.. It’s almost dark! I told dad I would be home before dark. He doesn’t like me riding my bike at night. I’m sorry… I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. Tonight was unbelievable. There is absolutely nothing better on this earth than watching you climax like that.”

I kissed her and helped her get ready. I wondered if she was grossed out kissing me after my tongue was in her ass.

“I’ll follow you home in my car to make sure you’re safe.”

I let her get a block away before I pulled out of the lot. It was a fairly long ride to her house, and I watched her the entire time. I couldn’t believe what just occurred, and with Cindy no less… that innocent little virgin girl I had known for so long. Chloe never even let me play with her ass, and here was her little sister… my dick was hard in my pants as I watched her ride her bike in front of me.

It was dark before she turned down her block. I went past her street, then drove back to the office. I worked late, but got little done. My mind was stuck on Cindy, her open sexuality, her body, the sound and movements she makes when she climaxes… and the danger of our relationship.

I should stay away from her. This is self destructive. I’m making her grow up too fast. I’m an asshole for corrupting this sweet girl.

Regardless, my dick was rock hard thinking of her, and it can overpower my conscience and good intentions every time.

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Jade lay stomach down on her bed waiting nervously for Brett to return. Or maybe it was more anticipation because just thinking about sucking Brett’s cock and the amazing fucking he had given her had her pussy dripping wet with a stain spreading across the bed.

She remembered the hot bulbous, mushroom head smacking at her cheeks, the way his salty cum had tasted on her tongue. She wanted more! Was aching for it as one of her long fingers pushed into her mouth to start roughly sucking on it and the other hand creeped down to her hot, brother fucked cunt. She pushed two fingers in hard and then started pinching and pulling her erect clit. Then…BANG! Brett came through the bedroom door and shouted “What the hell do you think your doing? That’s my cunt! Mine!”

Then stopped and stared at the worried look on Jades beautiful face and said “Oh Baby!” He winced. He went over to the bed and pulled her to him for a cuddle. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I really don’t want you to do that. I can do it so much better and I want your complete response when altıparmak escort I do this…” as Brett’s hand went down and pulled at his clit and then turned her head to kiss her with enthusiasm. Pushing his tongue in deep and tracing her own tongue.

“I’m sorry Brett” Jade said. “I needed you and you weren’t here. But I just want you to know I wont do it anymore. All those years you were gone I waited for this. I knew you’d turn out big though” she grinned as he hand wafted down to his pants and unzipped them to grab his still soft cock and start fondling and pumping the big hairy cum sacks.

Brett thought about that for a second and that was all it took for his 8 inch monster to go so erect it was painful! “You mean Jade…you’ve always wanted this and now you want to belong to me?” The smile was enough as Jade was pushed down on the bed and Brett’s cock shoved quickly up her wet pussy. He pumped hard and then harder until 10 minutes later he said again “anything?”

Brett flipped her over, stuck bursa anal yapan escort 1 finger on her clit, the other on her little brown star and pushed. Breaking through the barrier and stretching her anus for his craving cock. He could tell she was uncomfortable but didn’t care much because she would like it eventually and he had always loved ass fucking. His last girlfriend had hated it but Brett pretty much demanded it. He replaced his finger with his cock and inched in until she had it all. He could see a little blood and she had screamed loudly but just getting in there almost had him cumming. He pinched Jades clit really hard then slammed into her red ass 2, 3, 4 more times before he pulled out stood in front of Jade and thrust his blood, shit and precum covered cock into her mouth.

Jade was trying desperately keep up with his mouth fucking but was still trying to deal with her sore anus. Two seconds later Brett blew deep in her throat which had her choking but Brett still squeezed every last bursa bayan escort drop out of his balls.

After they were finished her worked his way down her body, sucking her tit into his mouth on the way to her ass again. Jade mumbled…”Brett no…not again.”

Brett coaxed “Anything remember.” He knew she was sore so he gently opened her ass cheeks and stared at the brown flower(no red) which was still half open from his attack. He poke his tongue out and lathed around the area gently pushing into her hole every now and then.

“AHHHHH” Jade moaned.

Brett chuckled at Jades obvious love of rimming. He liked it himself because he got a taste of both her and himself without Jade thinking about it. As Jade was bucking wildly and her hand was swatting at her engorged clit he smacked her bum “Jade…HAND!” She quickly removed it but was gasping so loudly probably didn’t notice as Brett pulled up at the edge of the bed, pulled her firm cheeks further apart and pushed his newly erect prick into her ass. Only this time it sent Jade into an orgasm that lasted the full 10 minutes it took for Brett to spew forth his juice into her poo hole. But remembering his need to see her tummy large with his sperm he coated one hand with the juice already in her and the other with the coating on his satisfied rod and wiped it on her beautiful pussy. He looked up at her…She slept.

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Chapter One

For a moment, John Swain couldn’t believe his eyes. He knew for a fact the painting in the background of the dirty picture on his monitor hung in Kelly’s living room. Kelly, his younger sister by three years, was currently involved in a messy divorce and didn’t need another problem to add to her woes. He shook his head in dismay and wondered what he should do about the photograph, if anything.

He had obtained the photo from an amateur sex site on the Internet and had not noticed the painting until now, probably because the naked woman in the foreground appeared to be trying to swallow a rather large cock. He didn’t recognize the man or woman in the photo, but he had do doubt the painting and the room belonged to Kelly. The painting was an expensive original and had been given to his sister by an ex-boyfriend, an art professor at the university. He also recognized the furniture.

John sent the photo to his color printer.

Now he had to decide whether to make Kelly aware of the photo or remain silent. On the one hand, he didn’t want her to know about his porno picture gathering habit; on the other, if she weren’t aware of the photo she might need to know about it. One more possibility existed. If Kelly knew about the photo, she could have been the photographer. No, he decided, not likely. The culprit was probably her no-good husband, Jim. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more positive he felt Jim had taken the photograph. John had never liked the man, and the day Kelly tossed Jim out of her home a few months ago was one of his more pleasant days; except he felt sorry for Kelly because, at first, the failed marriage had devastated her.

John had secretly loved his sister since they were teenagers, and it wasn’t merely a love of a brother for a sister; it was full-blown, gut-wrenching romantic love. He had never hinted to the fact to anyone, especially Kelly, and keeping his perversion to myself had not been easy a few times. The day Kelly announced her engagement to Jim and the day she married him were the two most frustrating days of his life, but he had kept my lips tight, muttered his congratulations and wished the couple happiness on both occasions when what he wanted to do was punch Jim in the nose and, like a caveman, toss his sexy sister over his shoulder and carry her away to his cave.

He decided to drop by his sister’s house and cautiously open the subject of the porno picture without showing her the photo, if possible. He didn’t want to expose his affectation for dirty pictures. His little sister didn’t love him like he loved her, but she looked up to him, and he didn’t want that attitude to change.

Kelly answered the door, wearing cut off jeans and a t-shirt, sans bra. At twenty-four years old, Kelly was at the height of her beauty. Long, gorgeous legs, her best feature; hips still narrow like a teenager’s; a small waist and perky breasts. Sexy! Her body made her sexy. Her face made her stunningly beautiful. With dark, sparkling eyes, strong, high cheekbones, lovely wide mouth and a pert nose, the face gazing at him from the doorway nearly took his breath away, as it usually did. That afternoon, she wore her lush auburn hair up into a ponytail, and her olive skin glowed. She had large, bulky rubber gloves on her hands, which she pulled off as she greeted him with a wide smile. Her smile made his knees weak and took his breath away.

“John, what a pleasant surprise. Come on in. I was cleaning my house – again. It doesn’t need much cleaning, but…”

“Sounds like you have time on your hands,” he commented while trying to gain control of his wobbly legs and suck in air without gasping.

“Yeah, too much. I’ve been looking for a job, but haven’t had much success yet. What brings you here? I don’t need a shoulder to cry on anymore. I’m getting over the poor excuse for a human I married. Now I’m angry, and not just with Jim. I’m angry with myself. I should have known better than to get hooked up with the S.O.B. in the first place.”

John chuckled he followed her into the house. “Well, my reason is a bit embarrassing and probably involves your soon-to-be ex. Was he into pornography?”

She glanced over her shoulder catching him ogling her backside, but she didn’t appear upset at his leer and remarked, “Oh, yes! Big time! Jim had quite a collection of adult videos. He was always trying to get me to watch them with him. They were interesting, at first; some of them even turned me on, but soon their repetitive scenes and lack of plot bored me. Not him, though. Jim would watch them over and over again. Why?”

He decided to show her the photo and tell her a friend had given it to him because of the painting. He handed it to her.

She glanced and looked up at her brother while blushing. “Damn, John, this is dirty picture! Why are…?”

“Notice the painting in the background, Sis.”

Her dark eyes moved back to the picture. “Son of a bitch! That’s my painting! My couch! Where did you get this?”

“Off the Internet. Do you know the man or woman?” He decided to be honest about the source of the photo. To lie and say a friend bursa escort had given him the picture would have upset her further with the implication that others besides him were aware of the setting.

She studied the picture and looked at him with pursed lips. “Yeah, both of them. I didn’t notice their faces, at first glance.” She appeared embarrassed when she realized what she had said. “They work in Jim’s office. I’ll kill the son of a bitch! Mary and Peter, too. Those are the names of the woman and man in the picture. I didn’t realize she was such a slut. Damn! Damn! Damn!”

“Sit and calm down, Sis. I’m thirsty. Do you have iced tea in the fridge?”

“Yeah, help yourself. Fuck! I’m seriously pissed, John.”

When he returned, she was still staring at the photo.

“I’m sorry, Sis. Would you like an iced tea? Perhaps something stronger?”

“Yeah, a scotch on ice. Make it a double. You know where everything is. Damn!”

A minute later, he handed her a stiff scotch. She gulped and tossed her feet up onto the coffee table. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“It’s not all bad, Sis. You aren’t in the picture.”

“Yeah, I know. But I suspect Jim was the photographer, which means that blond, empty-headed piece of fluff he’s fucking now isn’t the only women he cheated with while we were married. He probably took his turn with her during the photo shoot with Mary.”

“Well, you’re rid of him. I just wanted you to know about the picture. It’s floating around the Internet, but no one will connect the painting in the background with you unless they know you very well, and even then they’ll probably miss it.”

“Maybe. Probably. That’s not the point, though. Jim used my house as the setting for porno pictures and no doubt fucked Mary, too. Damn! I feel violated all over again.”

“Well, to be honest, Jim’s involvement is only an assumption on our part until we find proof.”

“Not as far as I’m concerned; this is something he’d do. He’s probably the person who posted the picture on the Internet, too. Damn! I want to know for sure, though. I’ll have a talk with Mary.”

“With the divorce pending, I think you should stay on the periphery, Kelly. I’ll talk with the woman.”

“Oh, okay.” She studied the picture again. “My breasts are better than Mary’s,” she muttered.

“They certainly are. Of course it’s difficult to judge. I haven’t seen yours in all their glory, not since you were a teenager.”

Kelly looked up at her brother and grinned. “Is that a request, Bro?”

What the hell? Why not? It was, after all, a favorite fantasy of his. “Well, it is the only way to make a proper comparison.”

She shook her head and stared at her brother for a moment. When she took another gulp of scotch, ice tinkled – an empty glass. “How’s your iced tea?” she asked as she pushed herself to a feet.

“I’m fine. No, I’ll join you if you’re making another for yourself. Make me a scotch, too.”

She dropped ice in another glass and splashed a liberal amount of scotch in both tumblers. When she bent to hand him the drink, the front of her scoop-necked t-shirt fell forward. He couldn’t see her nipples, but the top parts of her dark areolas came into view. He felt the beginnings of an erection. Kelly had a talent for giving him hard-ons. She started practicing at the age ten and had perfected the process by age twelve. He stopped resisting when she developed womanly curves and lost her baby fat.

She plunked down on the couch and picked up the photo again. “Peter’s well endowed, larger than Jim from all indications.”

“Not so large,” John quipped, but had the humility to blush after making the statement.

“Oh, is that so. I’m beginning to wonder about you, Bro! First you ask me to show you my tits and then brag about the size of your tool.”

He laughed. “You started the boasting, Sis, not me.”

She snickered. “True,” she said. “Do you make a habit of collecting pictures like this off the Internet?”

John blushed and stammered, “Uh, no. Maybe. That one caught my eye because of the painting.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You have every right to boast, I might add,” he said to change the subject. “And I don’t need to see your breasts to agree with you. If memory serves me, yours are much prettier than the woman’s in that photo.”

She giggled. “Well, I’d need to see your…uh, tool to make a proper comparison between you and Peter.”

“Sis! Are you suggesting I show you my dick?”

Laughing, she shook her head. “Not really. I’m just getting even.”

“You’re such a tease. When we were teenagers you teased me to distraction,” he commented.

Another giggle. “I did, didn’t I? I merely wanted to test my ability to attract a male. You were available and safe.”

“Not so safe. I damned near jumped your bones a few times.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I never suspected. Give me an example.”

He wondered where this conversation was headed, but decided to play along. “Okay. I remember one evening vividly. I was watching TV. The parents had gone to bed, but you joined me, reclining bursa escort bayan on the floor in front of me. You wore a t-shirt to bed then.”

“Still do.”

“And panties, usually.”

“Gave that habit up,” she quipped and took another sip of scotch. The liquor was starting to affect her.

“You must have changed the habit the night I’m talking about because when I glanced down, I saw your cute bare butt and all your other goodies, and they weren’t covered by any panties.”

Another giggle. “Did you see my pussy, Bro?”

He nodded and finished his drink. He wanted another, but he had a raging hard-on and didn’t want to stand. Even sitting, his erection was visible. Standing would provide a shocking display. He remained on the sofa and tinkled the ice in his glass. Perhaps Kelly would take the hint. Instead, she eyed his crotch and grinned.

“Pour us another scotch, Bro,” she said with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

“Ah, perhaps we should slow down with the booze.”

“Darn, and I thought you were trying to get me drunk and have your way with me.”

He laughed. “Now that’s a pleasant thought, but I’d prefer you sober.”

“John!” she gushed, acting shocked. She chuckled and then became serious. “Don’t tease, Bro. I haven’t had any sex for quite a while. I’m liable to take you seriously and shock you by accepting your teasing offer.”

He licked my lips. “I’m not teasing,” he said slowly and seriously, shocking himself with his boldness. It was the first time he had ever made a pass at his sister.

Her eyes widened momentarily, and she glanced furtively at his tented pants again. Raising her eyes, she studied his expression. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Very, Kelly. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. You’ve been the subject of many masturbation sessions of mine, especially when I was a teenager, but images of you still flash into my mind when I become aroused.” He wanted to tell her he loved her but feared she would think him perverted. He was perverted, but…

She blushed and looked away. “If we… We can’t. Incest,” she mumbled disjointedly, talking to herself. She gulped at her drink but found an empty glass once again.

John stood and held out his hand for her tumbler. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” he said as he took her glass. He poured two more liberal drinks and added ice to both glasses. Before he turned toward Kelly, he glanced down. His trousers bulged considerably and a wet spot was evident. His tool, as Kelly called it, had been leaking.

When he handed her the drink, she took it and nearly dropped the glass because her eyes had focused on the wet spot and bulge in his pants. He sat next to her on the couch, and the two of them sipped their drinks at the same time.

“Did you ever fantasize about me when you masturbated?” he asked pushing the issue.

“Uh-huh,” her eyes kept moving from his face to his crotch and back again. She squirmed.

“Would you like to see it, make that comparison you mentioned?” he asked, amazed at his own words.

“No! John, I…” She glanced back down and suddenly smiled. “Yeah, show me the damn thing. I’ve wanted to see it like forever.”

He grinned and a wave of happiness washed over him as he fumbled with his belt and kicked off his shoes. She gasped when he shoved his trousers and boxers to his knees and his hard-on flopped into view. It waved grotesquely in front of her. The purplish, bulbous head shined with moisture – sheeny pre-cum – and throbbed as blood rushed through it.

“Damn, big brother, you’re big!” She licked her lips and raised her eyes to his. “May I touch it?” she asked in a little-girl voice.

“Of course.”

She wrapped her dainty hand around the base and stroked it expertly. He groaned, pulled her to him and kissed her, not a sister-type kiss, either. He kissed her with passion. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. Boy, oh boy, did she ever kiss him back. His little sister was a world-class kisser, he discovered. She put her entire body and mind into the embrace. He had never been kissed so thoroughly before in his life. His cock throbbed in her undulating hand as she continued to kiss him, so he slipped his hand under the bottom of her t-shirt and moved it up onto her magnificent breasts. Her small nipples stiffened under his fingers as he tweaked and squeezed and fondled them.

They had to stop kissing momentarily so he could pull her t-shirt up and over her head, and then she helped me off with his shirt.

“Jim was a damn fool,” he whispered taking in the sight of her gorgeous breasts.

“I know.” Her eyes were glazed with lust, but a tinge of fear or worry remained on her expression. “What are we doing, big brother?”

“What we’ve both wanted to do for years, little sister,” he mumbled as his mouth covered a stiff nipple.

“Uh, I’m…ah, damn, that feels good. Wait, John.” She pushed at him. His lips smacked as they released her turgid nipple. “I want to, John. John, look at me.”

“That’s what I’m doing. God, you’re beautiful.”

“No, bursa escort kız look at me. Look into my eyes.”

He tore his gaze from her heaving breasts to her face.

“What about incest, John? You’re my brother!”

Her hand continued to fondle his hard shaft. “I guess my aversion to incest isn’t as strong as yours,” he commented and groaned. Her busy hand had persistently increased his arousal.

Suddenly she noticed she had continued to stroke his cock and jerked her hand away as if it were touching a hot stove.

“But…It’s wrong, John. We can’t. I…damn!”

He sighed and leaned back on the couch, removing his arm from around her shoulder and his fingers from her breasts. “Look, Sis. I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman. But, I don’t want you unless you feel the same way.”

She eyed his hard-on and gulped. “Oh, I want you, John. You don’t know how much and for how long I’ve wanted you. But…”

“Put your t-shirt back on, Sis,” he said with resignation as he tried to stuff his drooling cock back into his pants.

“No, wait, John. I teased you. I haven’t been fair. No fucking, not yet, maybe never, but…”

Her hand returned to his cock, and she slid away from him on the couch. He watched as her ponytail swung from side to side and her mouth surrounded the crown of his dick. She sucked and licked the bulbous head, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, taking about half his shaft into her wet, hot mouth. He groaned with pleasure. One of his favorite fantasies was in the process of becoming a reality. His gorgeous, sexy, little sister was giving him a blow job!

His cock hit the back of her mouth, and she swallowed. She didn’t gag; she swallowed, and his cock slipped farther into her mouth. She gobbled on it again, and swallowed even more of its length, and repeated the action until her chin rested against his balls and her nose brushed his pubic hair. He gasped. No woman had ever taken his shaft completely into her mouth before! But Kelly had, and appeared to have accomplished the feat without undue effort. Her fingers fondled his testicles as she raised her head, licking and sucking his length as she moved up off of his hard-on.

She grinned up at him and smacked her lips when her mouth moved off his cock.

“You’re good, Sis,” he gasped. “Very talented.”

“Thanks,” she murmured and went back down on him. She took it all again and then bobbed up and down as she jacked off his cock with her hand at the same time. A few minutes later, she started to rhythmically rub the spot behind his balls connected to his prostrate, and he lost it.

“I’m coming, Kelly!” he shouted to warn her in case she didn’t want to swallow his come. Instead of backing away, she intensified her efforts, and a split-second later he felt his balls lift and tighten, and his cock swelled up as sperm flew through his shaft and into her talented mouth. She gulped and swallowed each spurt so expertly not a drop escaped her mouth.

He sighed and relaxed and rested back on the sofa. John watched as his sister used her mouth to clean his cock, which didn’t need much cleaning. He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting his come in her mouth. She melted against him, her body shaking with lust and need. John knew he could fuck her then if he pushed the issue, but he wanted her full acceptance of the incestuous relationship he envisioned.

John knew one thing. He knew he had to taste her. If he could, he had to give her as much pleasure as she had just given him, so he pushed her away from him and pulled off her cut-offs. She wore no panties, and her vulva was swollen and red and thoroughly wet with her juices. He gazed at her luscious cunt with its carefully trimmed pubic patch and licked his lips.

“No fucking, not yet,” he said, “but I can’t leave you hanging, either.”

His mouth covered her beautiful cunt, and he licked it from bottom to top, encircling her clit with his tongue. She groaned and her hands went gently to the back of his head as she spread her legs as wide as she could. His mouth explored her pussy, discovering where and what pressure pleased her most, and then he concentrated on those spots, except for her clit, which he saved for the finale.

He reached with his hands and tweaked her breasts while he savored her flavors and fragrances. He wanted three meals from her pussy every day for the rest of his life, and Kelly’s aroused scent had become his favorite odor. John fell in love with that cunt at that moment, relished it, and reveled in the utter pleasure that giving her pleasure gave him.

When he concentrated on her clit, tracing the alphabet one letter at a time with his tongue over the hard nubbin, she accepted the delightful sensations he created with his lips and tongue and climaxed quickly while he wrote the letter, “L”, with his oral pen. He flattened his tongue against her clitoris and let her move through her orgasm. She relaxed only a few seconds and encouraged him to continue. He added two fingers inside her grasping cunt as his lips and tongue remained active on her clit and other places she liked him to caress while he continued on through the alphabet. His little sister wanted another orgasm, so he helped her achieve her goal, but discovered her goal was broader still when she urged him to help her through yet another climax before she collapsed and pushed his mouth from her satisfied pussy.

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My Father the Ob/Gyn: My Daughter the Pregnant Slut

Part 1: The very next morning

Both Dr. Smith and his daughter Victoria awaken from the most erotic dream either of them have ever had.

I cannot believe it was all a dream. It felt so real, so life-like, and so… good. What am I saying? It was a dream about my father and I fucking while he was suppose to be examining me. I must be sick to have such wicked dreams. Oh God, and today we have to go down there to the clinic. If I was nervous last night, then now after that dream, I am terrified. How will I face him, and how can I go through with the examination with that dream in my head? I don’t know. But I need to get in that shower and get ready.

Have I gone crazy? I’m dreaming about violating and taking advantage of my little girl, when she most needs me. I need to get that dream out of my head and quick. God, how am I going to make it through the examination? I won’t be able to resist her sweet young cunt exposed to my eyes and my touch. NO, NO, you sick bastard. That’s your daughter, and you need to get over it. Damn, I need to take a crap. I hope nobody is in the restroom.

Damn someone is taking a shower. KNOCK, KNOCK

“Hold on I’m in here taking a shower.”

“Victoria its me daddy, listen I need to come and use the restroom. It is an emergency,” I hastily reply trying to hold it in.

“Oh, ok daddy, come in.” I say nervously after getting images of last night’s dream upon hearing his voice. “I’ll stay inside the shower till you finish.”

“Ok thanks sweetie,” I reply to my daughter as I bolt to the toilet and take care of business. “I’ll try to not be long sweetie.”

“Ok daddy, take your time.”

Wow, she is right behind that curtain, only feet from me, fully naked all wet and lathered up in soap. I wonder if her body looks as delicious and tempting as it did in my dream. I wonder if she shaves her cunt like she had in my dream. Yah baby, wash your body for daddy. Wash your dirty cunt so daddy can examine it. Oh man that dream is getting to me. I am such a pervert. But I can’t help it. Here I am with my pants down and her naked body behind that curtain. I can’t help it but I need to stop.

“Victoria please take your time. It’s going to be longer than I thought,” I shout to her over the cascading shower as I start rubbing my hard cock to the slight silhouette of my naked daughter’s body. “I should not of ate those chili dogs last night,” I tell her as an excuse.

“Its ok daddy take your time,” I shout back to him over the cascading shower still not being able to remove the dream from my head. I better clean myself really good. I would not want my daddy to examine a dirty smelly cunt. Gosh there he is right on the other side of this curtain. I wonder if I am going to be able to stop from getting aroused when I open up for daddy. I am so scared, and yet so turned on. Mmmmm this soap towel feels so good on my cunt. Ohhh so do my fingers. Mmmm yes, just like daddy fingered me last night in my dream. Oh yes two fingers, mmmmmm. Yes, three fingers, OH GOD yes. It feels so good. I wish you could see me daddy, I wish you would rip that curtain off and see me finger fucking my cunt right in front of you.

Oh man I’m such a pervert. Here I am stroking my cock in the same room with my daughter. I don’t know if I can make it today. What if I get a hard on, what if I cannot resist when I stick my fingers in her cunt. Ooooo, this feels good. I wish you could see me Victoria, I wish you would sneak around that curtain and see daddy stroking his cock right in front of you. I wish you would then come out here and kneel before daddy and take my cock into your cute, small, delicious mouth. Mmmmmm

Oh God yes, this feels so good. I never knew masturbating in the same room as my dad would turn me on so much. Ohhhhhhhh yes.

Oh God yes, I can’t stop from stroking it. She is right in front of me and I am masturbating right in front of her. Ooooooo God yeah.

Yeesssss, Yeessss daddy your fingers feel so good inside me. Yeessss, Yeessss, daddy examine my pussy deeper, harder, faster. I let out a soft moan as I release.

Mmmm yeah, Mmmmm yeah, I am going to spurt all over your face Victoria. I am going to make you my little cum slut. Oohhhhhh shit, Oohhhhhh, yeah AAHhhhhhh. I let out a soft grunt as I release.

Oh man what am I doing. I just finger fucked myself in the same room as my dad. I can’t take it anymore. It’s getting to me, I wont be able to control myself at his clinic. Maybe I should just tell him. Maybe I should just tell him about my dream and how I’ve been so turned on ever since. How I just masturbated, practically in front of him. How I want him to fuck his little girl. NO, NO stop it. I need to stop it. It was a dream and nothing more. He would kill me and disown me if he heard me talking like this.

Damn look at this mess. Cum everywhere. bursa eskort I am really going to hell for this one. Stroking my cock and cumming everywhere while my 18 year-old daughter is in the room. If I did this, I know I won’t be able to contain myself at the clinic. You pervert you need to get that dream out of your head. It will never happen. She would hate me forever if she discovered what I’ve been thinking, and doing, God I’m so ashamed. I need to get out of here.

“Victoria I am done, I’ll be waiting for you at the breakfast table,” I tell her as I exit the bathroom.

“Oh ok daddy, I’ll meet you there,” I reply to him. “Save me some orange juice,” I tell him as I finish wiping my cunt, wondering how I am going to look at him in the eyes at the breakfast table.

Part II: At the breakfast table

“Ah hi daddy, did you save some orange juice for me.” I blurt upon entering the kitchen, trying to avoid direct eye contact. “Where is mom, I heard her waking me up. Is she gone already?”

“Yes Victoria, she has already left. Look, I think that everything going on with the pregnancy and college is going to take time to get used to,” I ramble as she eats her eggs with her head down as to avoid eye contact with me. She wears a low cut blouse that exposes her beautiful, luscious, and succulent breasts as she bends over to eat her eggs. She also wears a short skirt as she often does. I almost get lost and forget what I am saying until I snap out of it.

“I love you a lot and I know that within time everything will be back on schedule with college. Even though your having a baby, you will still attend ok?”

“Yes I understand,” I reply as I bravely pick my head up to meet his eyes. I think my face might have flushed with red from embarrassment about being pregnant, going to my daddy for a physical, and worst of all, the dream that I had the previous night.

“Thank you daddy, that really means a lot to me. I knew you would be there for me,” I tell him graciously, upset with myself with all my nasty thoughts, and not to mention masturbating in front of him. Here my dad is helping me out, pouring his heart out to me and in return all I can do is have erotic thoughts about him. I have sunk so low that I have even put on a low cut blouse and short skirt in an attempt to turn him on. I am so ashamed. I should go change and put something less revealing.

“Daddy, will you excuse me,” I say as I get up from the table.

“Where are you going Victoria? Did I upset you? Was it something I said?”

“Oh no, not at all daddy, I just decided that I should change outfits”.

“But why, I like that outfit, you look perfect,” I complement her, secretly begging that she not change her outfit. She looks adorable and slutty at the same time as she stands there in front of me.
“Besides, we need to get going.”

“Oh ok daddy, if you insist,” I reply surprisingly. Never before did he approve of these types of outfits until now. Maybe it did work, maybe he is turned on by me. Maybe the dream will come true. What am I thinking? Only in my dreams.

What a coincidence. She is wearing the same type of slutty outfit she had in my dream. Maybe she wants daddy to see her as a slut. Hey maybe, just maybe my dream will come true. Yeah right. Only in my dreams.

Part III: The car ride

I see her closing and locking the front door as I wait for her in the car. God she is beautiful. I never before had seen my daughter in this light until now. Maybe it was the fact she was having sex, or maybe that I was about to take her to my office, and have her lying naked on a table in front of me, or maybe it was the dream. I don’t know but something had changed. She dropped the keys. MMMM she is bending down to pick them up. Oh God, I can see her white cotton panties, and her sexy full ass trying to escape them. Here she comes walking towards the car. Her tits bounce slightly with every step she takes in an attempt to escape her low cut blouse. Oh, man I can’t control myself. She is getting in the car. First she puts in her bare leg enticing me, tempting me. Her tits flop as she sits. She closes the door and smiles at me.

“You lock up Victoria?” I say to her quickly.

“Yes daddy, all locked up. Hope I did not take long.”

“Not at all,” I reply to her trying to pick up my leg a bit to conceal my raging hard on.

I noticed he was trying to conceal his hard-on as we drove off. I could not believe how big the bulge was, and most importantly how did it get there. Was he just as turned on as I was about our visit to the clinic? Maybe the outfit is working. What if I raise my skirt up a bit?

“Victoria I know that our visit to the clinic is a bit awkward,” I mention as I glance over and notice that her skirt has scrunched up her thigh. God her leg looks so irresistibly young and tender, just like in my dream. I place my hand on bursa merkez escort her thigh as I nervously say, “What goes on in there is strictly between doctor and patient alright.”

“I am going to be seeing you and performing some tests that might be a little uncomfortable because of the fact that I’m your father.”

“Well, I must admit I have been a bit nervous,” I admit to him as the touch of his hand makes my thigh tingle with excitement. I knew that no man could resist me, not even my father. I grab his hand, pick it up, kiss it and put it back on my thigh a little higher.
“I did not now what to expect.” I say as I slide his hand even higher on my thigh inches away from my pulsating cunt.

Mmmmmm her soft thigh feels so good. It feels so tender, soft, and looks young and tasty.

“Well, ah thanks for telling me your concerns Victoria. I figured you might be a little nervous. Are there any questions that I can answer to ease your mind?” I remark as I rub her thigh up and down in the most innocent and discreet way. God it feels so wonderful. I want to go further until my hand is on her. I want to examine her right here, right now.
And she keeps on inching my hand up her thigh. Maybe she wants me to touch her, maybe she wants daddy to finger her tiny cunt right here, right now.

“Only question I have is, how long is it going to take.” I unconsciously reply, only paying attention to his hand so close to my cunt. God I am so hot and horny. I know I want my dream to come true. Please daddy, please don’t remove your hand. Please touch me, molest me, show me what you’re going to do to me at the clinic. Oh God I am so wet.

“Well it all depends on you,” I tell her as I ease even further up her thigh. “If you’re a good girl we’ll be done in about an hour.” God, my hand is so close to her. I can feel her panties. Yes, I can feel her cotton panties on my finger. Did she just part her legs? She has her hand on top of mine, as if she doesn’t want me to remove it. Maybe she wants me to touch right here, right now.

“Daddy?” I speak.

“Yes sweetie?” I nervously reply as I feel her rubbing my hand with her as if to direct it upwards.

“Are you going to, ah, ah put your finger in me?” I ask with a red face.

“Ah, well, ah, I wouldn’t put it in those words but yeah something like that,” I reply shocked and embarrassed with her question.

“But wont it be weird touching me in my private because you’re my father.” I ask him, feeling his hand so close to my cunt, caressing it as to encourage it to move upwards. His hand on me, and the conversation has me totally lost in sexual bliss and lust, to the point of no control. My cunt starts to release its sweet love juice, wetting my cotton panties.

“Ah, no, Victoria, ah no, no it wont be ah weird because, because I am a doctor,” I stutter, shocked and paralyzed to the fact that I can slightly feel her panties. I can’t believe this. What’s that smell? Is it her? Yes, it is. It smells like sex. It smells like her sex. Is she wet? Is that moisture I feel on my hand? Yes, oh my God it is. Her cunt juice is flowing to my hand. She wants me to finger her. She wants to be a slut for daddy, Oh God, is my dream coming true?

“I’ve examined many women baby, and I am used to it,” I proclaim as I subconsciously and in full bliss and lust raise my hand towards her cunt and resting two of my fingers on her wet panties. Trying to maintain my concentration on the road I sinfully, and lightly run my finger across her wet protruding cunt through her cotton panties.

His hand is on me. His hand is on my cunt. Oh I can’t resist it. I can’t resist my daddy’s fingers. They feel so good!!

“Daddy?” “Your ah, your ah finger is ah, oh God, its touching me on my, ah,” I try to say but cant because of my lustful, blissful state. I grab his hand as to give him permission to violate me. Urging him to molest me.

“Here daddy, here daddy show me what your going to do to me so I won’t be so nervous,” I nervously ask with a scratchy, scared voice as I pull my white cotton panties to the side and part my legs a bit, and take his fingers and direct them over my wet, juicy cunt hole.

“But, but, Victoria, what are you doing, not here, not now, this is not right, I’m your father, you’re my daughter,” I warn her, petrified, not being able to stop her as she runs my fingers over her soft, young cunt, spreading her wetness. My cock exploding with heat, and my mind confused trying to drive and dealing with the fact that my hand is on my little girls cunt.

“Mmmmm, but your not my daddy remember. You said you’re my doctor mmmmm, so it shouldn’t be a problem,” I insist as I lose myself in pure bliss and ecstasy, helping his hands maneuver around my cunt. OH God I can’t believe this is happening, my dream is coming true, my dream is coming true!!

Oh God I can’t believe what she bursa sınırsız escort is doing to me. She wants me to finger her. God she is such a slut, such a dirty slut. But oh this feels so good, I have to do it, I can’t resist her, she makes me so hard. I stick two fingers in her tiny cunt, making her moan loud.

Mmmmm yeah that’s right moan like a slut baby, moan like a slut. My dream is coming true, my dream is coming true!!

“Oh gosh daddy, is that what your going to do to me at the clinic,” I ask him while he has two fingers inside me while still driving. That’s not scary at all, it didn’t hurt either, and actually it feels so good. Don’t stop daddy aahhhhhhh, show me more show me more” I insist as I spread wide for him, putting one leg on his lap, and the other up high on the dashboard. God I’m such a slut.

I try to keep some of my attention on the road. I continue to finger fuck my daughter’s cunt. I glance over and there she is with her skirt all the way on her waist, her leg on my lap, and the other spread wide on the dashboard. Her face has an orgasmic, painful look. Her eyes are closed, she is biting her lip, and her head is tilted backwards. With one hand she pulls to the side her cum drenched white cotton panties. I keep my eyes on the road while I stab her faster and harder.

“Ohhh yes daddy, I mean Dr., yes don’t stop, keep going, don’t stop yesssss,” I plead to him as I lose myself.

“Oh Victoria, oh Victoria, what am I doing? We cant, we cant do this. Your so, your so soft, so wet, so, Oh God!”

“Mmmmmm yes put another one in me, put three fingers in me Dr. Please, please, don’t stop,” I beg my father as I meet the thrusts of his three fingers sliding in and out my wet tiny cunt. I hear his words of disagreement, but feel his actions of total agreement.

“Oh God Victoria, oh I can’t wait to lay you down on that examining table. Your such a slut baby, your such a dirty slut. I can’t believe I’m ramming three fingers into your cunt, my 18-year old daughter, my own flesh and blood. God this is wrong, this is wrong Victoria!!!!”

“Yes daddy, it is wrong, but I know you want me, I can see your hot bulge trying to escape your pants, the way you’ve been fixating your eyes on my tits, my ass, my ooooooo daddy, yes don’t stop!!!”

We arrive at my office. I take my fingers out of my daughter’s cunt to turn off the ignition.

“Daddy no, why did you stop?” I ask him as I feel the car stop. “Please daddy put them back in me, please!!”

“Oh Victoria!” I gasp as I jump to the passenger’s seat on top of her between her legs and kiss her deep and passionately. “Yes baby, yes I do want you, I want to fuck my little girl, I’ve been sinfully looking at your ass, your tits, all morning long,” I confess as I kiss her on her neck as she runs her hands through my hair.

“Oh yes daddy, I knew it, I knew you wanted me, I knew you were turned on by bringing me over here. I knew you wanted to examine me so you could touch me. So you could touch my breasts, my cunt,” I gasp faintly as I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his cock pressing on my wet cunt through his pants.

“And I’ve been looking forward to it too daddy, yes, I’ve been looking forward to daddy putting his hands all over my naked body. I even finger fucked my cunt while you were in the restroom with me this morning!”

A surge of heat surges through my body when I realize she was fingering herself while I was jacking off to her. I grab her blouse with my two hands and I rip it down the middle.
“Your not gonna believe this baby but while your were finger fucking your cunt I was jacking off to the thought of your naked body,” I proclaim as I pull her bra up off her firm, round, tits, and lose my thoughts as I lower my mouth to her hard, puffy nipples.

“Oh God, yes daddy, suck my tits, suck them like a little baby,” I gasp as I arch my back and push my breasts upwards for him.

“Make my dreams come true daddy, I had a dream last night that we made love, and now its coming true. Your making it come true!”

“What, a dream?” I ask shockingly, as I continue to smother her breasts and bite on her nipples.

“I had the same dream.”

“Let’s make our dreams come true daddy.” I beg him, while feeling the painful pleasure from my nipples in his mouth. “I’ve been dreaming of you all night, I’ve been horny all day for you, and now I know, now I know you want me too.”

“Yes Victoria, yes baby I want you,” I confess as I open her door while still feasting on her succulent puffy nipples. “I even fucked your mom this morning and pretended it was you baby.” We slowly crawl out the car and fall out onto the driveway with my mouth still attached to her 18-year old breasts. I begin getting up from the ground moving my mouth to her neck, as she wraps her hands around my neck, and her legs around my waist. I sink my tongue deep in her mouth as she holds on to my body. I manage to make it to my feet with her clinging on to me. I close the car door with one hand as I hold her by the waist with the other. Her skirt is around her waist, her panties are soaked, her blouse is torn down the middle, and she clings to me with my tongue exploring her mouth. I start walking towards the door.

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“Shepard!” Liara exclaimed, so shocked she thought she might lose the link with Benezia. “What are you-“

Liara’s words ended abruptly, replaced by a satisfied moan as Shepard’s tongue slid from the folds of her head down her neck. She felt cool air hit her chest as Shepard’s hands pulled the thin bodysuit open, revealing her perky breasts to her mother, who just stood there with a devious smirk as she observed. Shepard’s tongue continued to trail its way down her shoulders and back as the bodysuit also slid its way down. Liara looked back and down at Shepard, but felt a hand take her chin and direct her gaze forward again. Her mother’s loving face filled her vision and she found herself kissing Benezia again. Any concerns the link would break were gone now. If anything, with Shepard part of the experience now, it felt even stronger and more intense.

Liara found her kisses with Benezia being intermittently interrupted by her own small gasps as her mother squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples between her fingers. Shepard had meanwhile moved back up and was placing gentle kisses upon her neck and shoulders. The human woman’s hair felt incredibly soft against the back of her head folds, sometimes even ticklish. Liara couldn’t believe what was happening to her: both her lover and her mother pleasuring her at the same time. It felt so intense, and she knew full well that they hadn’t even touched her most sensitive spot yet.

“My turn,” Shepard said smoothly from over Liara’s shoulder, and Liara found herself being spun around to face the human woman she adored so much. Shepard wasted no time in pressing her soft, pink lips against Liara’s while her hands roamed over her soft skin. While Liara and Shepard were making-out, Benezia used the time to sway and slide the rest of her dress from her hips and to the ground, then remove her boots and kick them aside. The only thing the Matriarch now wore was a small, black pair of panties. She returned to her daughter, this time being the one who placed kisses across her smooth shoulders and neck. She reached around and pulled Liara against her, cupping her daughter’s soft blue breasts in her palms and massaging them gently.

Shepard’s lips and tongue slid away from Liara’s and the Commander winked at her lover and descended, kissing Liara’s chest on the way. Liara watched Shepard reach her stomach, then felt one hand of Benezia’s leave one of her breasts and turn her head. Her nose bumped her mother’s, whose face peeked over her left shoulder. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, and while it was slightly awkward given the angle their lips and tongues began to slide against each other once more. Benezia’s hands returned to their massaging and Liara felt Shepard lifting her right leg up and the boot upon it being slid off. The same thing happened to the left boot a few moments later. Cool air touched Liara’s thighs and legs as Shepard peeled off the last portion of the bodysuit, leaving Liara in the same state of dress as her mother.

As Shepard began to kiss and lick up Liara’s legs and thighs, the younger asari seemed to ignore the fact that she no longer felt her mother’s touch. There was a clunking sound behind her and before she could turn to investigate her mother had grabbed her from behind again. Just as Shepard’s mouth was about to make it to her most sensitive spot, she was pulled backwards away from the Commander and found herself sitting on her mother’s lap. Looking down she realized that they were sitting on the bench Benezia had been strapped to, and what the noise must have been was her mother setting it back to its horizontal position and turning it around sideways.

It was now Shepard’s turn to disrobe, as the Commander unfastened and removed her fatigues in front of the two asari. She did it slowly, swaying seductively as she did and never taking her eyes off Liara for a moment. All the while Benezia kissed and licked Liara’s neck and shoulders and softly squeezed her breasts and nipples. “By the Goddess, Shepard! You are beautiful!” Liara remarked once Shepard was down to her bra and panties.

Shepard laughed, and Liara felt a pang of disappointment when the Commander stopped there, wondering if her comment was the cause of it somehow. Shepard slinked over to Liara and the asari soon found that the disappointment she had just felt was about to be remedied. Shepard leaned down and placed her hands on Liara’s hips, then hooked two fingers into Liara’s panties. The young asari felt paralyzed as Shepard worked them down her legs and onto the floor. Shepard then kneeled down at the foot of the bench, her hands moving to Liara’s thighs. The human slowly spread Liara’s legs open as she leaned forward, fully revealing the glistening azure folds between them. Liara’s breathing had quickened by a significant amount and she still couldn’t move. Even her mother had briefly stopped tending to her upper half to just watch and wait.

Shepard moved her face bursa üniversiteli escort in towards Liara’s center slowly, her mouth opening more the closer she got and her tongue slowly extending. She couldn’t help but note how similar to human women asari were even in this case, wondering briefly if that was always the way or if it was an evolution they developed when coming across multi-gendered races. Just as she was about to make contact Shepard stopped, noting Liara’s slight jump and inhale just at the same moment. Not moving further she looked up at Liara and smiled at the look on her lover’s face, then poked out her tongue again and leaned in.

Liara jerked and gasped as Shepard’s tongue touched her moist, slightly parted blue folds. At first Shepard gently ran the tip of her tongue up them gently and softly a couple of times, but the third time contact was made she pressed her tongue further inside. Liara bucked and Shepard felt her lover’s lower lips squeezing around her tongue.

The damp warmth surrounding it was incredible, and Shepard noticed Liara tasted sweeter than a human woman did. Her tongue also seemed to tingle slightly, and as she loved it around she felt what seemed like tiny bumps massaging it, which only tingled more as they rubbed. Removing her tongue, Shepard opened Liara’s folds wider with her fingers to examine the details of an asari’s sex closer, and did indeed find some tiny, smooth protruding bumps there. No wonder everybody loves the asari! the Spectre thought as her tongue still tingled slightly and she realized how stimulating these two new discoveries could be when combined.

Shepard looked up at Liara, who was now panting down at her with flushed cheeks as Benezia played with her breasts. Smiling up at them, the human woman was about to dive in for another taste when she realized something. The way Benezia and Liara were positioned with the latter on her mother’s lap could allow her to service both of them fairly easily. Smiling devilishly, Shepard grasped Benezia’s panties and began to slide them down, exposing the Matriarch’s own sex directly below her daughter’s. Aside from being a bit darker and a little larger, they looked very similar. “We have a saying on Earth: kill two birds with one stone,” Shepard told them. “It means to basically achieve two goals with one action. I’m going to do slight twist on it, and thrill two birds with one tongue.”

Not allowing the asari to respond, Shepard immediately leaned in and pressed her tongue into Benezia’s blue slit, making the Matriarch gasp and shudder. With a large, upward slurp Shepard ran her tongue up through Benezia’s moistening warmth and up into Liara’s, which was no more than a couple of inches above it. Both asari began to made small noises of pleasure as Shepard repeated the process over and over.

With Shepard’s mouth working magic down below, Liara barely felt her mother’s lips peck her cheek, but she still heard her mother’s voice when whispering softly and lovingly from over her shoulder. Their mental connection meant she knew what her mother was saying before she even said it, but hearing the words made all the difference given the words and meaning.

“Oh, my sweet, adorable Liara,” Benezia cooed. “You really have grown up into a beautiful young woman. I’m so proud of you. I know we haven’t been close lately, but you were still my daughter and I’ve always loved you. And now I find myself sharing an even deeper love than before. Can you feel it? Can you feel my love, Liara?”

“Yes, mother,” Liara let out between heavy gasps. “By the Goddess, yes!”

“Good darling,” Benezia breathed and she kissed her daughter’s flushed cheek again. “I want you to. I want to make up for the years we’ve spent apart, where I neglected you. I want to give you all the love I can. I want to tend to your every need and desire.”

“Oh, mother!” Liara gasped, shuddering at the words as much as what was going on between her legs.

“I want to pleasure you, my ravishing Liara. I want to send ecstasy coursing through your entire body so powerful you can’t imagine it. I want to make you call my name out in desire and I want to feel you shuddering from my touches. I want to explore your supple young body all over until I’ve been everywhere at least a dozen times. I want to feel your wet warmth around my fingers as they stimulate you deeply. I want to taste your essence right from the source and feel it slide down my throat. I want to feel your tongue pressed deep within me and let you savor the juices within.”

“Mother!” Liara called out. “What you say, mother. It’s so wrong!” Liara then turned and gazed into her mother’s eyes and both could see the intense lust in each other’s stare. “But by The Goddess, does it feel so right!” Liara finished.

Mother and daughter’s mouths sucked onto each other and the sounds they made together weren’t too different from the ones coming from escort bayan between their legs as Shepard’s tongue maintained its frenzied onslaught. After a few moments they parted, their foreheads and noses still pressed together as they gasped breaths into each other’s mouths. After gathering her breath a little, Benezia reached down and touched Shepard on the head softly. “Commander, if you wouldn’t mind postponing things down there for a moment, I’d like a moment with my beautiful daughter.”

Shepard paused for a moment before removing her tongue from Liara and licking her lips. She looked up at the two of them and waited, and Benezia looked deeply into Liara’s eyes and spoke. “I want to be your first, Liara,” she said, this time with a voice of deep love rather than the one of heated lust just moments ago. “I want to be the first one two send you over the edge and beyond your pleasure threshold. I know you wanted Shepard to have that honor, but if you don’t mind, I would like to do it.”

With their minds linked Benezia knew her daughter’s answer almost immediately, but seeing tears form in her large blue eyes and a smile form on her lips warmed her heart greatly. “I love you, mother,” Liara said. “I want this. Send me out of this world with pleasure, like you brought me into it.”

Benezia stroked Liara’s cheek and smiled back, before pulling her daughter into another kiss. This one was softer and more loving, rather than the fevered hunger of before. Benezia’s hand drifted from Liara’s face and down her neck, then trailed down between her breasts towards her stomach. Liara felt the light, tingling sensation of her mother’s fingers working their way down her body. She broke their kiss with a gasp when she felt her mother’s fingers gentle cup the sensitive skin between her legs.

Shepard had stood back up and stepped back, simply watching mother and daughter with fascination and one hand tucked down the front of her panties. “This is where you’re aching, isn’t it, Liara?” Benezia said huskily. “Don’t worry, my sweet, beautiful daughter. Mother will rub it and make it feel much better.”

Benezia’s hand slowly moved over Liara’s sex, sliding up and down across the slick skin that was already partially lubricated thanks to the attention Shepard’s tongue had given earlier. Liara’s breathing began to quicken as she looked down, just as much from the fact it was her mother’s hand as from the act itself. One of her hands moved to her own breast to toy with it while the other reached back to hold her mother’s face. Eventually Benezia’s fingers parted at the center, still moving as the action parted Liara’s azure folds. “Are you ready, my darling?” Benezia whispered against Liara’s cheek. “I want to enter you.”

“Yes, mother,” Liara said with heavy breath. “I want to feel your fingers inside me.”

Benezia smiled and kissed her daughter’s cheek, then brought the two busy middle fingers together and slowly eased them between the moist lips between Liara’s legs. Liara gasped as and arched her back as she felt her mother’s slither inside, then made an adorable cooing noise that grew into a higher-pitched exhale of pleasure. “You’re so wet and tight, my darling child,” Benezia said softly as she began to slowly pump the fingers inside Liara. “I’m so glad I’m going to be the first one to bring you to climax. You are so sexy and gorgeous, and you’re mine.”

“Oh, mother!” Liara squeaked, bucking and letting out little squeals now and then. Liara looked ahead to see Shepard stop tending to herself so that she could reach around and unclip her bra. The beautiful human’s eyes met with the young asari and both were transfixed on each other while Shepard removed the garment and then reached down to slide her panties off as well, leaving her naked like the two blue beauties before her. “Oh, Shepard!” Liara said. “I’ve never felt so- This is too much! By the Goddess, I think I’m going to-!”

Liara arched her back against Benezia, letting out a yell of unrestrained pleasure following by a wavering cry of “Mother!” Benezia made a satisfied noise as she felt her daughter orgasm into her hand, which became increasingly warm and slippery with Liara’s juices that squirted against it before trickling down and sending a pleasant tingling sensation across and through her own nether regions. As her daughter began to soften up and press limply against her body, Benezia cooed softly to her between pecks against her blooming cheeks.

The sight of Liara upon Benezia’s lap being brought to the very height of pleasure by her own mother was almost too much for Shepard, whose fingers immediately dived between her own legs, while those on the other hand caressed across her own skin sensually. Benezia smiled at the human before her’s actions, then her attention returned to her daughter when she noticed Liara’s eyes beginning to flutter half-open. “Oh, my beautiful Liara,” Benezia said softly followed by a kiss to Liara’s escort bursa temple. “I love you so much. You’re like a perfect Thessian cream pie. On the outside you’re soft, smooth and delicate, and on the inside you’re sticky, warm and sweet. And on top of it all, you’re good enough to eat.”

Liara’s vision was a bit hazy, but she could make out her mother’s hand coming into view and rising towards them slowly. As it got closer she noticed it was glistening with wet sticky liquid and she couldn’t help but widen her eyes just a little as she saw her mother bring the fingers closer to her mouth. Liara watched silently as Benezia extended her long, dark tongue to capture a gooey droplet ready to fall from her wrist, then run it up into her palm before making a satisfied slurp. “Mmmmmmm… delicious!” Benezia commented. “You’re sweet in more ways than one, my little blue cream pie.” Benezia’s smile vanished and a look of heavy-lidded lust replaced it as she moved her hand closer to Liara’s face. “Would you like to taste your own heavenly nectar for yourself?”

Liara looked into her mother’s gazing eyes and then to the bedewed fingers before her. Before she wouldn’t have even dreamed of tasting the sticky product of her own sexual excitement and found the idea revolting to say the least. But after what she’d been through, seeing her mother’s beautiful face staring into her soul with sexual heat and her own love juice smeared over her elegant fingers sent feelings and sensations that were almost the opposite instead. Liara’s own expression mirrored that of her mother’s and she extended her tongue, running it along the underside of the two fingers that had been within her and then taking the digits into her mouth entirely to gently suck on them.

Seeing and feeling her daughter’s mouth suckling at her fingers sent an erotic warmth through Benezia, who encouraged her daughter with soft sounds and words of approval. It didn’t take long for Liara to clean off her mother’s hand, leaving it now wet with only her saliva. “You didn’t save any more for me. After all, just one taste isn’t enough to satisfy,” Benezia mockingly chided. “It doesn’t matter though. I prefer to eat from the source directly anyway.”

Liara felt Benezia lean back against the bench, while keeping her sitting upright by holding her shoulders. Liara looked back and down at Benezia, who smirked and ran her hands from Liara’s shoulders down her sides to her hips. With her mother’s gentle encouragement, Liara pulled her legs back up onto the bench and under herself, and then Benezia guided her daughter’s hips back towards her face until her they were right above it. Liara’s head and shoulders were still largely where they had started, as she propped herself up on her hands, leaning above her mother’s hips.

Liara knew what was coming. The thought excited her, but at the same time she was still tingling and throbbing down below somewhat from Benezia’s capable fingers. She didn’t know how she was going to handle having even more pleasure being applied while she was still so sensitive down there. Still, she barely hesitated long before slowly lowering her still dripping sex towards her waiting mother’s mouth. She let out a slight gasp as she felt Benezia’s firm, yet soft, tongue press against her skin just beneath her navel, and these gasps became more frequent as it slid further and the pleasure grew with each millimeter.

While Benezia took her time and things seemed in a hazy slow-motion to both asari, it wasn’t long until her tongue scooped through her daughter’s azure folds, coating it and her lips with the warm fluids of Liara’s arousal and sending a jolt right to Liara’s core that caused her to yelp and throw her head backwards. Benezia repeated the process over and over, stimulating Liara so much she thought her heart would beat right out of her chest and she’d literally explode from between her legs and die from it. She bit her lower lip, squeezing her eyes and calling out either for the Goddess or her mother now and then. After a while she collapsed back forward down onto her hands and opened her eyes, looking down to see her mother’s own sex directly beneath her chin.

Almost like an instinct she reacted, lowering her face down upon it and extending her own tongue. Unlike her mother who had gently teased her softly and slowly and adopted a very sensual, gentle approach, Liara just dove in, pressing her tongue in suddenly as deep as she could and slicing it through Benezia’s folds. She immediately felt her mother jump beneath her and felt the next application of her mother’s tongue on her own loins interrupted and replaced by a gush of warm breath against it instead, followed with her name being sighed.

Liara smiled, though didn’t stop the ravenous devouring of her mother’s sex. She immediately enjoyed the taste, noticing it to be richer than that of her own and with a hint of something she couldn’t quite describe. She felt Benezia continue to orally pleasure her back, but it was far more intermittent than it had started, and again Liara heard her name being moaned and sighed every so often. Liara soon noticed another presence close to her head, and stopped briefly to look up. “May I join in? Or is this a meal for just one?” Shepard asked from mere inches away.

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